| A homeless man smiles at me showing no teeth
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| A young man laying dead in the cold streets
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| He was a victim beaten bad by the police
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| And everyday another funeral there’s more grief
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| And everyday I like to pray when I see the Sun
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| And if there ever was a Lost Tribe we the one
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| And every hood there’s a project with us in it
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| The old man in the dust going nuts finished
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| Years before they use to say «You use to own business
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| Caught them on tax, I guess you’re black, you gotta know you limit»
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| And everybody tried to be Happy someway
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| I think of dinners in the winter on a Sunday
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| And everybody’s poor but we always pull through it
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| 'Cause of Marvin’s influence, we always played his music
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| Then I hit the streets then start hustling
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| But I could see my Grandma when she dressed for Church
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| Her stylish hat, white dress with the matching purse
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| And I could hear her sing aloud with the choir marching in
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| With the face of joy, proud 'cause her heart’s with him
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| And she could live everlasting and pure peace
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| No longer worried eyes, speaks to him before sleep
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| And I stood by the door when she came at me
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| She said, «You gotta endure and learn to be Happy»
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| Stood right beside me, look deep inside me
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| She has inspired me to be Happy
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| My friend wrote his mother: «Mama I’m doing better now
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| My last year of College, told you I wouldn’t let you down
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| And how’s things around the house? |
| I know you’re still fussing
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| I finally heard from Ralphie said „He had a deal coming“
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| He wrote me last week; |
| told me him and Dad don’t speak
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| They both be acting they’re kids if you ask me
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| But anyway, how come you never wrote me back?
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| This is like my fourth letter to you, I was hoping that…
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| You could send me something it’s getting cold winter’s coming
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| I know you’re standing, laughing, saying, „I'm up or into something“
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| I love you mom sincerely yours», as the nurse pause
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| From reading her his letter, body attached to a cord
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| Into a breathing pump, the stroke she had was too much
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| She’s in the coma, been that way for a few months
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| And if her son knew believe he’ll split in two
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| And go back to using drug before quitting school
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| But just smile 'cause your mother’s still here
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| Try to live and be proud, make a heart full of cheer
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| For your mama, tranquility, she’s free
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| Give your heart space and liberty and then peace
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| The words are golden, emotion, devotion
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| Just hush, feel the touch for a moment
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| My life’s a paradox, watched by crooked cops
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| But the law carries me just to be Happy
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| Dedicated to my grandmother, Miss Louise Staley
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| I love you Grandma! |