| Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
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| Often it’s beef this city never does
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| People walk and talk in they sleep
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| Cold sweats and wet dreams
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| On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep
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| Black souls raw and they deep
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| Hypes tryna talk with no teeth
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| Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
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| A lesson we all speak at one point or another
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| What you expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother
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| Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region
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| Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin'
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| We want decent homes
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| So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on
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| It’s like a colored song that keep keepin' on
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| I guess knowin' I’m weak is when I’m really bein' strong
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| Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn
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| Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that’s why I write freedom songs
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| For the real people
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| I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
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| Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me
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| They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
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| The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi
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| We’re the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs
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| We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge
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| They say the dope game is sour
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| Now they doin' homework that’s when they follow you for hours
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| Come to your crib and devour all that you work for
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| Must be more than paper these niggas hurt for
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| Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays
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| Tryna reverse the slave’s mind and insert the brave mentality
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| Heard that it’s drama at home
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| Can a dude break free and still get honored at home
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| I was told by a chief it’s the games nature
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| When you’re glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
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| It’s real people
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| Black men walking wit white girls on they arms
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| I be mad at 'em as if I know they moms
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| Told to go beyond the surface, a person’s a person
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| When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen
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| The weary cursin' the sky, talkin' to themselves
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| Givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye
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| I live across from it, some of it I do be in
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| I be showin' niggas lives like UBN, It’s real people
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| Yeah
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| For you and yours
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| G.O.O.D. |
| Music
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| Forever
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| Yeah
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| Rock on
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| We keep on
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| Uh. |
| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| The real… |