| They like me
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| Forget about the color I might be
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| It’s likely they just like me
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| We different but the same
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| We covered by the blood of the King
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| They like me, they like me, they like me
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| I don’t do black music I don’t do white music
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| I do fight music unified in Christ music
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| Let’s get right to it hear the music write to it
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| From the context of a black kid fighting through it
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| Some folks said it was worldly it was too good
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| Some folks was scared of it it was too hood
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| So I took it to the places who would embrace it
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| And sometimes believe it or not it was white faces
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| Am I a sellout assimilating what’s in my head
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| No I am Cyclops homie cause all I see is red
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| People covered in the blood are my fam
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| And we don’t just relate we all related through the Lamb
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| My family tree is a lower case t
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| And we are all the same cause you need him like me
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| We different but the same and it’s likely
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| They just like me that’s probably why they like me
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| They like me
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| Forget about the color I might be
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| It’s likely they just like me
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| We different but the same
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| We covered by the blood of the King
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| They like me, they like me, they like me
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| I got blue eyes light skin and some black curls
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| Grew up the white kid in a black world
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| When ya live and ya different well the facts hurt
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| Moved to the burbs and I don’t fit in that’s worse
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| I’m just a nerd getting chased home on my bike
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| After school fight lay in my bed cry at night
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| Hate the fact that my status read poor and white
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| And all the rappers I idolize tell me that I’m never right
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| Now my skin is light and I ain’t fitting in
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| I’m on the outside of hip hop screaming let me in
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| I’m hooked up with sin hate the very skin I’m in
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| Cause every time I rhyme they like «look it’s Eminem»
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| Looking back again I’s in the worst place
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| All I had was beastie boys and third bass
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| I’m the dude who always come down in 3rd place
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| Until I heard the story of Your Life and Your Grace
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| They like me
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| Forget about the color I might be
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| It’s likely they just like me
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| We different but the same
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| We covered by the blood of the King
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| They like me, they like me, they like me
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| So on the weekend started seeking looking for the meaning
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| Heard a pastor preaching couldn’t believe just what I’m seeing
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| Walked into a church of white blacks and Puerto Ricans
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| Without a single reason they loved on this little heathen
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| And with never speaking they just showed me simply
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| That Jesus is the only one to make me sin free
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| And beauty is the only thing that’s ever skin deep
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| I was lonely but a new family is what you give me
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| So really if we claim now to love the Son
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| Why we got to segregate Sunday 10−1?
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| So much to overcome now from what’s been done
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| But if starts with me (then what?) then I’ll be the one (Okay)
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| Now ya better run I’m stepping on ya toes
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| Got ya out ya comfort zone now ya out the boat
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| If we’re a family then let’s grow now and make a home
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| Let them know you’re my brother no matter what the tone
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| They like me
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| Forget about the color I might be
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| It’s likely they just like me
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| We different but the same
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| We covered by the blood of the King
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| They like me, they like me, they like me |