| Uhh, I exist, spoken in a confident voice
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| Can world shift and continent hoist
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| Look under for the plunder
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| A rich man’s song that gets sung for a sum out the lungs of a stunner
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| But life turns to a station and a hustler to a hummer
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| Went from speaking and now not even sinking
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| The game is karaoke 'til it tries to punish poke me
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| Kinda throw me words slowly, fade degrading in the foley
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| Waving metal sheets make thunder
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| Fooling I was younger; |
| fool me when I’m older
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| Fool me now, screw me down to the sofa, taking Soma
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| Drinking soda, eating vulture, tweeting vulgar
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| Playing Madden getting fat and getting cultured with the quotes
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| In the hopes people will get the jokes
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| If it rains you will get the float
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| But only if they’re still building boats
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| But your values system says you believe in sleep
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| More than you believe in grinding
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| Your values system says you are a consumer and not a producer
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| That you’re spending more money than you’re making
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| Why? |
| Because you’re a consumer, you’re reading all the books
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| And you’re saying everything the books are saying
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| But those books are not in alignment with your values!
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| And you’re gonna go to the next level
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| Your values are gonna have to change
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| Uhh, Drunken Fist versus Praying Mantis
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| Was it God’s plan or man mismanaged to turn New Orleans to Atlantis?
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| They lie in the streets to lambast
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| The black land swam at like a HE MAN in a bathtub
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| Fire! |
| Cup up the bad blood
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| Hope hand tugs come right after the lackluster backrubs
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| Or half structured or tech hubs or wack love
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| That’s stacked as if chance in community chest
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| God said, «Don't you ruin me yet
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| Until I give them everything and there’s just two of these left»
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| Black bumper slow fades into a vista
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| Rapid cuts a stock footage which freezes on a listener
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| Give me love, lovers
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| I read it like blood color on the head of a flooded structure
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| Can’t keep the duck rubber under, fundamentally it’s buoyant
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| It rises like court rooms to swoon for your enjoyment
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| Every single word you said
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| Will you say it to me?
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| Well it stays with me
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| I heard every single word you said
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| Will you say it to me?
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| Well it stays with me, hoohh
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| Trap music meets trapezoids, fake his own death
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| They roll rocks like asteroids to the crest
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| Think outside the box, I wrap a toy in a cheque
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| Then watch a sissy fuss with a boy in a dress
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| Mad at the world, in a voice of a man
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| With a bag of a girl, she just avoids the success
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| It’s what he said, or what she said
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| Double entendre no matter how you play it
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| Then he takes the sex tape and destroys the cassette
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| And puts the ribbon in the sky like the limited of eye
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| Then prepares to utter, what’s been a symbol in its side
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| Against the ticker tape scene in a Silver Lake dream
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| Sorta orders the lungs to unmilitate screams
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| Shouts to a forged son with imitate beams
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| In a blue sky filled with pornographic strings
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| Getting caught up in the trees, I still believe in Jesus!
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| Our purpose is to ensure
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| That literature and art sit well
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| Into the whole revolutionary machine
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| As a component part
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| That they operate as powerful weapons
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| For uniting and educating the people
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| And for attacking and destroying the enemy
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| And that they help the people fight the enemy
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| With one heart and one mind
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| Every single word you said
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| Will you say it to me?
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| Well it stays with me
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| I heard every single word you said
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| Will you say it to me?
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| Well it stays with me
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| There was a man who wrote many things
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| But Carlyle said, um, that we could not be ruined
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| Because no lie could live forever
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| William Cullen Bryan said, «Truth crushed to earth, would rise again»
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| And James Russell Lowell, made it more plain
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| That we would not be ruined or destroyed
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| Because he said that, «Truth, forever on the scaffold, lies forever on the
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| throne
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| But that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown
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| Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch, above his own»
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| These powerful scriptures were also used by the man
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| In whom we celebrate his birthday today, Dr. Martin Luther King
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| And Dr. King told us to practice non-violence and the power of love
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| Non-violence and the power of love has brought us thus far |
| The agape love that we have for ourselves
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| That we have for our people is the reason why our people
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| In this particular diaspora called, North America
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| Have not been totally ruined
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| We have not been totally destroyed, we have not been exterminated
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| So therefore, uh, my dear brother, um, Wasalu
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| We call you, we thank you for what you’ve asked me to do
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| And we shall continue to study to show ourselves approved under God
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| Workman that needn’t not be ashamed
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| Rightly this dividing the word of truth
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| And so at this time, in this city
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| Where young men’s lives are not worth much
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| In this city where our people have been discriminated against
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| And kept from the resources which we
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| Rightly deserve as a majority of people in the city
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| We are dependent upon the most high creator of the ends of the world
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| That I call Elohim Jehova
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| And we are dependent upon him to keep us from falling
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| To keep us from being ruined, to keep us from being exterminated
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| And we thank the Almighty
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| For the privilege of being here with my niece
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| Is to impart these words
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| And I hope it would be of assistance in this project
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| God bless you and thank you |