| They don’t know, they don’t know
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| They don’t know what we go through
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| Everyday we keep on dying
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| They don’t care, they don’t care
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| Shut their ears and close their eyes
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| Only God can hear us crying
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| I’m from the bits where kids there have been known to disappear
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| Some roam with knives and chrome 'cuz they live in fear
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| While on the corners the poor man are sipping beer
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| Begging for change, same pain just a different year
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| Now come picture the landscape, victims of gang rape and kids trynna bag weight
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| They flip like a pancake so, arguments end with arms extending peace but it’s
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| not a handshake
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| They peel back and let the steel clap
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| Some wanna escape but feel trapped, yeah this is real rap
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| 'Cuz getting jobs ain’t easy when you got no CV
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| Just a record but not no CD
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| I see these guys remaining in the same spot
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| Instead of changing they’re complaining what they ain’t got
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| Stop. |
| Transformation’s the job at hand
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| They say «we can’t» but my faith’s in the God that can
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| It seems like we don’t like love
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| From streets to schools, neighbourhoods to nightclubs
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| Too much of these young G’s are on a hype bruv
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| They done beef with just one squeeze and let the pipe bust
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| And it don’t help fi make the Uni fees rise up
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| Hard enough already pon school leavers to find jobs
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| And it ain’t helping that there’s preachers whose trying to thief from believers
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| And make it hard for the people to find God
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| Some find it odd they wanna know how come we move to the hood
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| Most trynna move out from
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| I’m showing dons on the council flats they can break outta the trap
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| Without a ounce of crack
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| And needing loot’s an excuse that I won’t give
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| 'Cuz I know one too many youths doing life long bids
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| And I know one too many Daddies who deny their kids
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| That’s why I’m standing in the valley screaming «dry bones live!»
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| Yeah Lord, only He can hear me holla
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| Here today, no guarantee I’m a be here tomorrow
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| Gotta celebrate life, every day another heart ceases
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| If we can’t see it, that’s 'cuz we don’t wanna
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| Time to rediscover teachings that Jesus brung us
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| Two things to watch, how we love God and how we treat each other
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| Would we feed a brother if we see them suffer
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| If we do then does that mean that our responsibility is covered?
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| Plain and simple as I can put it
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| Raised in a generation whose ways are sinful and crooked
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| Played games 'til the bill came and I couldn’t foot it
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| Moved by grace, saw the route of escape and I took it
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| It’s a new day, lets do this ting
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| The Lord switched up the ways that I used to think
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| You can force any horse to the water
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| But in order for the horse to see change gotta choose to drink |