| We shall overcome
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| We will pick up the pieces
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| We’ve always been so strong
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| We can build empires with our will
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| And I will climb so high
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| And the people will rise once again
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| It’s in my DNA
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| It’s my privilege yea
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| I Gaze at the horizon see the sun rising
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| With an idea that sparked a barrel full of gun powder
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| Been bashed and laughed at bad mouthed and assed out
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| Crashing out on a stranger’s couch passed out
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| I never tapped out got myself a laptop
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| Treat it like a trap house and make sure that the track hot
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| Always had to fend for myself investing in myself
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| I refuse to put the blame on anybody else
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| Was told I needed hits was told my numbers too low
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| Was told I was too lyrical and I needed some new clothes
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| Was told nobody knows you, you need some more publicity
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| Get some tats, dye ya hair, make your image more interesting
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| Follow fads, matter fact, take ya pride and swallow that
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| That’s where you wrong, I don’t show my ass for follow backs
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| Then it hit me like a ton of bricks up in my gut
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| They banking on the fact we thinking we not good enough
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| We shall overcome
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| We will pick up the pieces
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| We’ve always been so strong
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| We can build empires with our will
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| And I will climb so high
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| And the people will rise once again
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| It’s in my DNA
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| It’s my privilege yea
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| We cried a desert of tears enough to fill up all the Great Lakes
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| And made us sing amazing grace so they can save face
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| Endangered like honey bees we the worlds melaninators
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| My soul stuck inside a Paisley Park elevator
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| This ain’t for the charts, travel to the uncharted
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| We bombarded tackling obstacles unguarded
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| Bout to finish what I done started
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| Mix some black magic with some mutant powers to become marvels
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| And from a spark all things are possible
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| No weapons that’s formed against us shall prosper
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| And no longer shall slander against our name stick
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| Left our baggage on that boat and we abandoned ship!
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| Game face like everyday’s a championship
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| And take flight without thinking of a landing strip
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| From a seed grows trees like Malcom by any means
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| Word to Combat Jack we gon' dreams those dreams
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| We shall overcome
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| We will pick up the pieces
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| We’ve always been so strong
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| We can build empires with our will
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| And I will climb so high
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| And the people will rise once again
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| It’s in my DNA
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| It’s my privilege yea
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| Know your place
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| Know your worth
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| It was written
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| With blood
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| In the dirt
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| That you are
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| A child of kings (yea)
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| Every time they tell you no
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| You have to take a swing (yea)
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| I am living proof
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| Descendant of slaves
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| They try to tell me no and make me behave
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| We can’t help but lift our voice and sing
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| (lift every voice and sing)
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| We found our power
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| And the joy that it brings |