| It gets rough you can get buzz they Start saying you the next up
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| Life slows ya momentum they start saying you messed up
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| The way it’s set up they don’t teach us the biz
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| Cause They scared that’s once we learn it we start reaching the kids
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| Paycheck to paycheck bill after bill stack
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| It’s almost like a song got me feeling like Ronnie milsap
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| Nostalgia it’s natural for us to want that «feel» back
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| Politic with snakes mostly find me where the «real» at
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| Started from a brick and then you wonder how they build that
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| Some get depressed and give up hope over a mishap
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| Followed by the shadow of death where it’s pitch black
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| Survived hell that’s why I take the time to give back
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| Schools is underfunded children undereducated
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| Leaders we would look up to is under investigation
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| Better to love the art never worship the artist
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| We born with a spark but often it gets tarnished
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| Temptation of taking the fast lane I rather move slow then burn out in fast
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| flame
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| Like Paul walker rest in power kid my thoughts race a thousand per hour
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| With light beams that make the clouds split
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| Walking thru Flatbush junction to with a function corruption
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| Starts at the top and grows like a fungus
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| Makes me wonder how we keep from going under
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| People’s minds waking up and we growing in numbers
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| The color of Americas changing information is shared
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| Love is love it’s contagious to care
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| The system is rigged and the truth is the game isn’t fair
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| Overseas my cousins barefoot I gave him a pair
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| Flashing paper on ya snaps but no paper to share
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| The kids are listening so watch what you say on the snare it’s your world
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| It’s Your World
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| Judge mental no person without an apparent flaw
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| They say the youth lost but who raised em that’s the parents fault
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| Family picture where ya dad at? |
| Out the picture
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| Mom bitter grew up thinking that the world out to get cha
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| Spazzes out in school cause he’s jealous of his peers
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| Bullying the class you can tell that he wears his emotions on his sleeve coping
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| with his inner demons
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| It’s hard to shine they intimidated by the genius
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| His mom loves him but neglected by the pops
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| In a few years they predict he’ll be arrested by the cops
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| Emulating rap stars he be seeing on the web
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| With these chicks you already chivalry is dead
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| Hanging out on the corner at night with older dudes
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| Put in uncomfortable positions he gotta show and prove
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| Going thru the motions for a few dollars in his pocket
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| Copped him a pair of Jordans now he feeling like he got it
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| Limeade and chicken pattie from fisherman cove
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| All he can do is live day by day and get a with the flow
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| Headphones wrapped tight on his dome makes him escape
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| Had a chance to play ball but he gave it away
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| They say the only to way to really learns to make a mistake
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| Doing what he know to survive open your eyes
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| Easy to judge from the outside
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| And take the truth apart from the lie
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| Low income neighborhoods is apartheid
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| And as we grow, feels like a part of us dies
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| A smart kid with opportunities that compromised
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| Trying to wash the pain like a load of clothing in the laundromat
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| Cuffed up in the subway cops caught em with a Ganja sack
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| But that’s exactly what he needed
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| Life’s a treadmill trynna find the meaning it’s your world
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| [Verse 3: Narubi Selah}
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| This gotta be more than a hashtag
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| More than a profile post and a du-rag
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| More than a raise black fists when we get mad
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| More than a lace front wig, MCM bag
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| It’s a real war
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| With a real pale horse and a real whore
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| A real major beef to settle with a real score
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| Self-sufficient all my people nothing less or more
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| It’s Emmit Till, P. Castile, Brian Moore
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| More than organized marches and death music
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| Timmy Turner had a burner but he never used it
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| You’re a Panda, I’m a Panther, don’t ever confuse it
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| And if you’re mad like you say you’re mad, then you should lose it
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| You should lose it for the Dante’s Ramarley Graham, and Johnny Crawfords
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| The Sarah Blands The Freddie Grays and South Chicago
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| Sean Bell, Young Shantel, A. Diallo
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| V. White, Tamir Rice, Ronald Beasley
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| P. Jones, Deaunta Farrow, rest easy
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| Derrick Jones, Raheim Brown, Kenneth Harding
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| Alonzo, Wendell Allen, Tammy Starling
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| Ezell, Kajeem Powell, Akai Gurkey
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| Mckenzie, Andy Lopez, Miriam Carey
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| Carlos, Larry Eugene, young Kimani
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| Yvette, Tyree Woodson, Timothy Russell
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| Reynaldo, Kendrec McDade, Malissa Williams
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| And to all of our nephews, and our brothers, and our cousins
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| And our husbands, and our loved ones. |
| And our love ones. |
| It’s our world |