| Awwww…
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| Mmmmm, awww.
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Boys gon' be okay
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay
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| We came in the game, plain ya see
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| Average man when the rest was ashamed to be
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| Nappy head and all, ain’t no changin' me
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| Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh…
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| So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya
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| Nobody never gave us nothin' but tough time and made us somethin
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| Different stretch of road, new somethin' to see
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| Every state on the map, a different somethin' to eat
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| Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin' for real
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| Everybody makin' a killin' man, showin' no feelins
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| Walkin' off collectin' pay, it’s the way of the world
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| Can’t change it, so I guess I’m gon' pray for the world
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| Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?
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| I scream this to you, and I say it to the world
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| Nappy then, Nappy now — Nappy for a bit
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| Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit!
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Boys gon' be okay
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay
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| Even though I picture better days
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| I’m thankful for the chance I got to say amen
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| The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end
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| We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump
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| Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come
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| Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all
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| Who woulda thought Skinny’d be the one that’s, makin' this call
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| Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong
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| I’m tryna find a righteous path, although it’s, never been long
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| I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin' me, «Daddy be strong»
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| We gon' make it through these hardtimes
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| Even though they go and they come
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| Ya absolutely right, for somethin' happen to me on last Tuesday night
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| It’s plain as day, man they… with this World Trade
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| Naw brave any order but confoldure
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| Better make it home when nothin' seems to matter
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| That’s when, see, everything can go — any which way
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| They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J
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| Front po’ch, chillin' broke, country folk, I’m Nappy with my ways yo
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Boys gon' be okay
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay
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| It’s a blessin' we woke up this mornin'
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| All my colored folk stressin', come let’s join hands
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| Got to cope with the pressures of bein' po' man
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| Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man
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| Nappy blossomed from the Roots, course we gon' stand
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| Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
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| Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man
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| Zonin, two blunts a mo’nin, by sunrise sometimes
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| I love to hear my woman moanin', it’s on again
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| Damn I hope you play this song again
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| The soul cleansin', the melody just rev my engine
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| Not a lot of things but usually just appendin', but lately
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| Been searchin' for Benjamins, saw my folks locked in the tenements
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| And it don’t make no sense (what) children and sentencin'
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| Broadcastin' from the slums, that’s why I’m writin' these sentences
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| Just lower my income, (what) though we ain’t finish it
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Boys gon' be okay
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| All my life been po'
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| But it really don’t matter no mo'
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| And they wonder why we act this way
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| Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay |