| Here’s to you…
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| You have gone through struggles, suffering.
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| This one goes out to everybody in the world, but especially on the street level
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| Because I know where you comin from and some of the things you do,
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| I can understand
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| So through all your travels, I’m wishing you a peaceful journey
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| What is a friend for? |
| Through rich and through poor
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| Kinda like a marriage balanced on a differnet floor
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| A friend could tell you things that he wouldn’t tell another
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| So in essence, a friend could be considered a brother
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| You laugh and you play a lot, you talk and you say a lot
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| But when it’s time to feel the pain, you cry and you pray a lot
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| I’m talkin about you, you who have the time
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| A time to be my friend when no one else would be mine
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| Problems were nothing because I had my man to share them with
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| Hills were nothing neither, cause I had my man to climb 'em with
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| I’m really proud to say that I truly really knew you good
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| And oh, God’s blessing from the entire neighborhood
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| And as the days drift, drift into the future
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| I laugh a little louder at the times that I was witcha
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| This one’s for you and I truly hope you hear me
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| And through all your travels, I’m wishing you a peaceful journey
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| (Heavy D)
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| You’rrrrrrrre on my miiiiiiiiiiiind (You're on my mind)
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| And I wish you a peaceful journey (Peace!)
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| Brother I hope you hear me
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| In the corner, sits the little girl in tears
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| The shadow of a man overwhelms her fears
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| «Mommy, mommy, NO!», the words of a battered child
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| The wicked, wicked mommy has the sticks swingin buckwild
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| «Mister, mister, do you have a dime?
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| See, I’m hungry and I’d rather be a begger than do crime»
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| Sure — here’s your dime, go make a big ten bucks
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| Now sneak around the corner, get your joints and go beat him up
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| A kid on the streets, doesn’t want to be beat
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| So he hangs on the block 'til his pop fall asleep
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| Missing kids on the milk carton
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| A lunatic kills kids for kicks and gets pardoned
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| Baby girls run away from home, huh
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| And two months later, they’re stars on child born
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| Tracks on the arms of a minor
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| Suzie ran too, but she’ll be dead when they find her
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| Kids on the street movin drugs, the thugs' growin up fast
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| Wouldn’t stop when one gets plunged
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| Junior stole a Benz with his friends
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| But got caught, now he’s doin time with twenties and tens
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| For the rest of his life, he learns to lean on the wall
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| And prays for the day when his number is called
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| This one if for you and I truly hope you heard me
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| Through all your travels, I’m wishing you a peaceful journey
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| Pardon me, mister warden, I’m askin for a pass
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| To come for some of my brothers who made mistakes in the pass
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| It’s really not their fault, you see — times are HARD
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| And it was probably difficult for my man to find a job
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| Before he was forced, forced to make a living
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| By lying, stealing, and eventually killing
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| No one was born bad, we’re all God’s Kids
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| So who’s to really blame for the wrong that he did?
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| And speakin about the law, what are they for?
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| To beat us with a stick face down on the floor?
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| You preach and you preach that you want crime to stop
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| If you want crime to stop, stop hiring crooked cops
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| So hear me brother man, hear my plea!
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| If you want success all you gotta do is suc-ceed
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| Love, life, pain, death
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| What else is left on the travels of life’s steps?
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| In life, we lose, get bumped and bruised
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| The road you choose not necessarily a cruise
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| You giggle for joy, shed a tear for pain
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| There’s a lot to lose, and a lot to gain
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| Though when you walk on the streets, try to walk on street smarts
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| When you see your man down, try to have a little heart
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| This one if for you and I truly hope you heard me
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| Through all your travels, I’m wishing you a peaceful journey
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| Yeah, you’re on my mind…
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| Peace…
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| Hear me now brother
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| Stop your killing, stop your killing
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| Stop your stealing, stop your stealing
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| Stop your killing, stop your killing
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| Stop your killiiiii-ehhhhh-eeeeaaasah…
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| Huurrrrrrrr… WHOO!
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| Take my hand, take my hand
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| If you need somebody, you can trust on ME!
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| Ha, you can lean on me
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| Yes, you can errrr-aaaaahh-yaaahyaah… |