| Every day I, wake up, to the same shit
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| In the same house, with the same bricks
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| In the same clothes, with the same kicks
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| I might as well be in jail
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| Caged in, stairin' at the wall waitin' for a change but
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| Dad telling me I gotta get a job
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| Couldn’t pay the bills so the lights turned dark
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| Them Cleveland boys got it hard
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| Oh my god, we been living like this too long
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| Just to lose it all in a week
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| My people too strong
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| Get it? |
| Me and my boys be blowin'
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| Puffing on weed like this the lawn
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| Me and my boys tired of being here
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| That is why we gone
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| They say we wouldn’t amount to nothing, huh?
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| Y’all thought we was bluffing, huh?
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| Fought every temptation shit, I guess I’m David Ruffin huh?
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| Nowadays, we don’t gotta do that dirt, tell my boys they good
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| And nowadays my little girl won’t have to work, moved her out the hood
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| Look man, I done been through it all, and I’ma damned if I got this far
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| And if I let them strip me of this message let these haters take my heart
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| This for the ones that had it hard, the ones like me, the underdogs
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| This for the ones that waited for them clouds to form, please god let it
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| You can’t see my tears, in the rain
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| Underneath it all, we’re just the same, same, same
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| You can’t see my tears, in the rain
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| All around the world it’s just the same, same, same
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| You can’t see my tears, in the rain
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| So I let it rain
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| And they mad that I made it out the city
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| But if you look I’m still out in the city
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| Before everything I had clout in the city
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| Toured the states and never bounced on the city
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| Shout out to everybody that’s proud in the city
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| Everybody cheering in the crowd from the city
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| Everyone that never had doubts in the city
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| Cause they know I represent what we about in the city
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| And I’m still laced up, tell the world that’s nothing changed
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| Till it’s hundred dollar bills in my pocket, then nothings change
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| If my team ain’t with me, then I don’t wanna thang, tell them I’ll go broke
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| before I run out on my gang
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| EST over everything
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| 100 thousand plus, cult fan base yea that is us, my songs tattooed on they body
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| troubled youth, we bad as fuck and what?
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| Nobody gave a shit about for broken mirrors
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| So I care less about appearance
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| Just as long as they can hear us
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| We’re fearless, we’re stupid, we’re dealers, we’re loser’s
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| We’re killers, we’re orphan’s, we’re addicts, we’re stealers
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| We’re shooters so kill us
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| We are what they say we are until conformity hits us
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| Or those clouds come down and take them all with us, please god let it
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| You can’t see my tears, in the rain
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| Underneath it all, we’re just the same, same, same
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| You can’t see my tears, in the rain
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| All around the world it’s just the same, same, same
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| You can’t see my tears, in the rain
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| So I let it rain |