| Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
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| From 45th and State to the last standin hymn nuhana
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| J&J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin
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| While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors
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| The winos crooked stagger
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| meets the high stride of the youth searchin for the truth
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| They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings
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| They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims
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| They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
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| They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's
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| They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties
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| They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full
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| Prisons packed, bubblin over in brown sugar
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| They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype’s powdered
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| The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended
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| Our hope has descended and off to the side
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| Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution
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| Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution
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| But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood
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| I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good
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| A’uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
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| Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
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| Dedicated, to my grandmother
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| Peace! |
| And much love to you
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| YEAH! |
| And it start
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| 1st and, 15, proudly present
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| You know what it is See. |
| I got this philosophy right
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| I think the world, and everything in it Is made up of a mix, of two things
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| You got your good, y’know, and your bad
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| You got your food, and your liquor
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| That’s right. |
| Chilly Chill!
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| You already know, it’s a long time comin
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| I give you my. |
| I give you my heart
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| My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
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| My experience, nuttin more, and nuttin less
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| Yes, FNF, uh-huh! |
| So With no further adieux…
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| Lupe, Fiasco’s, «Food &Liquor» |