| Seems everyday there’s someone
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| Telling me how to live my life
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| And making judgments bout me
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| Saying I ain’t living right
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| But they don’t know me
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| Who I am and where I wanna be
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| Situations getting tricky
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| It’s getting harder to be free
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| Black or white
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| With whom you sleep
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| You know it
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| Really don’t matter to me
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| If you choose to Pray
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| Or just to play
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| In the end you know we
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| Share the same needs
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| To live together
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| To love
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| To eat
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| To breathe
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| People make the world go round
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| Seems everyday it’s getting harder
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| For me to survive
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| It makes me question
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| Bout tomorrow almost every night
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| But I’m checking
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| The negative
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| Images seen
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| Gotta keep on movin
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| On life’s possibilities
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| Black or white
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| With whom you sleep
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| You know it
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| Really don’t matter to me
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| If you choose to Pray
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| Or just to play
|
| In the end you know we
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| Share the same needs
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| To live together
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| To love
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| To eat
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| To breathe
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| People make the world go round |