| Yeah
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| Believe it or not
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| What kept me alive
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| Is my dreams
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| I’m a dreamer
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| But I ain’t the only one got problems
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| But we love to have fun
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| This is our world
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| From here to your hood
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| We alive man
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| It’s OK to feel good
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| I’m a dreamer
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| But I ain’t the only one got problems
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| But we love to have fun
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| This is our world
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| From here to your hood
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| Lock me up now
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| It’s OK to feel good
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| I got a friend named Flow,
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| who got a friend named blow
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| With a finger named clap
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| that’ll leave you on the side like a Kangol hat.
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| He ain’t have no choice he was born this way
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| These streets will pull your number like a phone display
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| You gotta be defensive with your life
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| You gotta be like Bush and take Pre-emptive strikes
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| And the boys from the hood are always hard
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| Let alone in Mogadishu it’s a mastered art
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| If you bring the words hood to a seminar
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| We from the only place worse then Kandahar,
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| Now that’s kinda hard
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| But we still like to party and hardy har
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| Something good happens we say Mashalla
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| Something bad happens Kay Sara Sara.
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| I close my eyes and all I can see is you dancing with me It’s ok to feel good, it’s the truth
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| Yo check it out
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| What would it take for a boy about my age to hear cheers in his head upon that
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| stage
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| And the cheers that would drowned out the tears from my brown eyes
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| Come on back stage you see the screams ain’t the screams from gun shot streams
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| In my dreams these screams are from hot teens
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| And I’m barely thirteen but I pack dirty, a Russian fire arm that shoots thirty
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| Just then I hear the bus engine I’m transcending I’m crowd surfing I can’t see
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| the time burning I’m
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| not hurting with my mahogany pen.
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| I’m on a world tour with Mohammad and them.
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| And we be over sees and not in these trees where my peeps stay alive like the
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| Bee gees
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| And the likes of JZ would save my steeze and singing handily brought Hip-Hop
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| peace
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| Sometimes we just like to have fun,
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| man we like to forget all the fighting
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| all the guns and the tires burning,
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| Back on the verse
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| Imagine crack was in birth
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| Imagine the earth wasn’t hurt
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| Imagine no homeland alerts
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| Imagine no record locater so I wouldn’t have to get a criminal waiver
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| Imagine if peace wasn’t in my briefs
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| instead peace could stretch across the sees
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| So finally we could just rest and in easy no refugees
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| And you, well you could dress in a book
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| And I can read your body in less then a look
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| I got a dream girl in my mind and that the hook,
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| An intellectually, sexual and still can cook
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| Yeah, and I feel good right now
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| I feel good right here
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| You feel good?
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| We not down and out, just cause times are hard
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| Yeah shout out to the struggeler’s,
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| in my country, hardest place on earth
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| But still
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| I still know how to get down,
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| I still know how to vibe out,
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| I still know how to talk to a pretty girl.
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| Take it easy now. |