| Last night I had a dream that I spoke with huey
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| Told me that he love and respect what I do for the community
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| Said the power and the people, if people use their power
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| Building the infrastructure, first get rid of them cowards
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| Stand firm on your belief and supoort it with truth
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| Create an army full of soldiers and rally the troops
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| Education is key, attack with a proper approach
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| Stay clear headed, no alcohol, weed or the dope
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| Learned from my mistakes, control and dominate
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| Destroy and procreate, we rise to elevate
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| Politicians tell lies to rise cause they hela fake
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| Revolutionary suicide, beside selling face
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| Religion and slavery, pastors just be sellin faith
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| Promise in heaven, knowing we in hell this place
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| Thin line before hero and a villain’s place
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| The card game is real, you know just how they feel the apes
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| Gentrification is rebuilding a vare nation
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| Pushing south, forces the hopandation
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| While they make the things that was ugly, beautiful
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| The ghetto turned pretty, that’s annihilate then
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| Politicians truth that they hide in the text books
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| They know we won’t read it, so put it in the textbooks
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| Rather give us welfare, to fund the warfare
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| Deny us the healthcare, knowing it’s a war here
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| Ghetto systematically, forces to search for salary
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| Materialistic praises, the reason of casualties
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| Prison systems built daily, wise men drove crazy
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| Europe at the corner store, call you cousin and then say pay me
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| Fuck you, in his own language
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| And if you don’t, he will pull out that chrome stainless
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| The suspect named be said, if he black on the news
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| And if he not black, you know that his name remain nameless
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| You know I ain’t racist, I know too many races
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| I got a lot of friends, from many different nations
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| And we just tryina build one brotherhood
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| But man that’s all when you know that your brother would
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| Kill you at the quickness of your brother could
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| Get you for anything he found like another jug
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| And they wanna blame these problems on obama
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| Knowing damn well they were bush’s problems, on my mama |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Huey Told Me, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Album song I Found My Backpack 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп