| And any man who knows a thing knows, he knows not a damn, damn thing at all,
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| And everytime I felt the hurt and I felt the givin’gettin’me up off the wall,
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| I’m just gonna take a minute and let it ride,
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| I’m just gonna take a minute and let it breeze,
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| I’m just gonna take a minute and let it ride,
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| I’m just gonna take a minute and let it breeze,
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| How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday,
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| When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way,
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| How did Ghandi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all,
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| Didn’t do it to gain power or money if I recall,
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| It’s to give; |
| I guess I’ll pass it on,
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| Mother thinks it’ll lift the stress of babylon,
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| Mother knows, my mother she suffered blows,
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| I don’t know how we survived such violent episodes,
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| I was so worried, and hurt to see you bleed,
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| But as soon as you came out the hospital you gave me sweets,
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| Yeah, they try to take you from me,
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| But you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy,
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| Dear mama, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless.
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| All I can say is the worst is over now,
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| We can serve the hard times, divorce is over now,
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| They try to keep us out, but they doors is open now,
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| My nigga Akon is gettin awards for covers now,
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| This is K’NAAN, and still reppin’the S Comin’out of Mogadishu and still draped in the mess,
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| And no matter how we strong, homie,
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| It ain’t easy comin out of where we from, homie.
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| And that’s the reason why, I could never play for me,
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| Tell 'em the truth, is what my dead homies told me,
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| Oh yeah, I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations,
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| Creating medication out my own tripulations.
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| Dear Africa, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless.
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| Nothing is perfect man, that’s what the world is,
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| All I know is,
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| I’m enjoying today.
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| You know, 'cause it isn’t everybody that you get to give.
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah x 8 |