| Haile Selassie
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| High as the eye of an osprey
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| I’m driving
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| Poseidon you tried to stop me, from diving
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| Lookin' for my
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| Lookin' for my
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| Lookin' for my
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| As I float
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| Brand new shell for my goals
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| Tattoos all on my coast
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| Throughout history
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| It has been the inaction of those who could have acted
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| The indifference of those who should have known better
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| The silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most
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| This, has made it possible for evil to triumph
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| Selassie
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| Man’s limitation, transfiguration
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| I can dance done at the welcome to the demo
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| Modern man comes to the weddin' in the limo
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| Mixin' doves with the rice rain
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| Uncle Ben’s off the rails on the night train
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| And that storm took us to the platform, pushas
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| Back to the bachelor’s backdoor, unhook us
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| Hope this track take you back to where the fat girl pushed us
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| And that’s very old like Blackberry Bold but the Juice
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| Sweeter than where the party at, or
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| Releasing these niggas from the roofs, and
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| Leavin' these niggas on the loose, or
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| Keepin' these niggas in the coupes, and
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| Leavin' these niggas on the noose,
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| Free… Shamu fan, got a world to see!
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| Then until the philosophy which holds one race superior
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| And another inferior
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| Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
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| That until there no longer
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| First class and second class citizens of any nation
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| That until the color of the man’s skin
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| Is no more significant than the color of his eyes
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| Selassie
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| To the limit
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| The limit in the Methadone clinic
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| Ridin' with the pack like a Pelitan
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| Flyin' with the sack in the trap like the pregnant
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| As it breaks in the backs from the cracks that we step upon
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| If I triple my worth, will it cripple my mom?
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| If I simple my search, will it mental my calm?
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| Will it hurt if I give you my palm?
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| To tell in it and don’t put a nail in it
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| How you gonna see the world if you wailin'
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| And readin' my palms like there’s braille in it
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| Is it the trail or the forest?
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| Or the forest with the trail in it?
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| That’s a sail with a 12 in it
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| Water coming through from impalin' it
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| Nothin' left of the boat but my holes
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| Still I fill up the world and I float, like
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| A qualified man with vision
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| Unmoved by daily selfish interests
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| Led to right decisions by his conscience
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| In general, a man who knows from whence he comes
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| And where he’s going
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| Will cooperate with his fellow human beings
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| He will not be satisfied with merely doing his ordinary duties
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| But will inspire others by his good example
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| You are being watched by the nation
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| And you should realize
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| That you, will satisfy it if you do good
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| But on the contrary, you do evil, it will lose it’s hope and confidence in you
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| Selassie
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| H-h-h-hydrant open wide
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| On the side of the colonized
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| Swimmin' in the street, fell asleep on my mama thighs
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| Blockin' out the noise that destroys lil' boys
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| Live enjoy, ships ahoy, get deployed by the rock-a-byes
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| D-d-d-deep into the sea of my dreams
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| Lyin' fall asleep at the feet of my queen
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| Hawk comin' right to the beat of your wings
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| Song for the Ethiopian King
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| Haile |