| Make me a believer, make me a believer
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| I wonder what I can’t see, just something to believe
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| Make me a believer, make me a believer
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| And I believe in you ex-cons
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| You out on good behavior but you getting stepped on
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| At job interviews, you see in they eyes
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| They looking at you like they wonder why you even applied
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| You wonder too 'cause you keep on trying and they keep ignoring
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| And you thinking of switching numbers ‘cause the streets is calling
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| Your old friends keep on coming by your mom’s crib
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| And they imposing, you just trying to let your mom live
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| You wanna fix your life and show her that you ain’t a quitter
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| Some nights, you find her crying, holding out your baby pictures
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| And do something with yourself so she don’t have to cry
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| Fix your tie, go and get the classifieds, homie I believe
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| I wonder what I can’t see, just something to believe
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| Make me a believer, make me a believer
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| And I believe in you working mothers
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| ‘Cause if you can’t support your family, what’s the purpose of it?
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| Minus a husband or a boyfriend, man this shit is crazy
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| You fellas think you get a ribbon for participating
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| You making kids, then raise them, no other option out
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| I tip my glass to you ‘cause you was never copping out
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| College classes on the web, you ain’t dropping out
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| Nine to five at Walmart, six to ten at Waffle House
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| And you got a house, fully furnished too
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| Your kids are getting hit with lessons that they learned in school
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| They see the way you get it done and then they turn to you
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| Mesmerized by all of the work you do, mommy I believe
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| And I believe in my soldiers
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| Do your duty, stay sharp and get home bro
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| You salute another man but he doesn’t own ya
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| Keep your fam close to heart when them boys on ya
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| You kept a photo of your wife, all through basic
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| And then you kissed her goodbye and she could barely take it
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| Right then, you realized that you might never get the chance again
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| And so you made a promise, riding on that plane
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| If I ever get home again, I’ll cherish what’s important
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| Take nothing for granted, as you thinking this, your boy gets hit
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| As the plane lands, you can feel your fear rise
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| So you say a prayer like God, if you hear mine, I believe |