| Intro, spoken:
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| Wise words being spoke
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| Huh
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| Y’all know what it is
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| Nap-Nappy Roots. |
| Can I start this one off? |
| Ok
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| Each day I listen what the streets say
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| Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples
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| Got the eyes of an eagle, can’t see us ever being at peace for a reason
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| Cause we ain’t never being equal
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| And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of evil
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| Reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure
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| Can’t even leisure smoke hollow reefer
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| With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
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| It’s brutal
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| Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than human beings
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| More so like aliens
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| Touring the land of Europeans
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| Seeming to have the tendency to think we ignorant
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| Cause of our pigment, can’t take away a nigga’s dignity though
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| Still I pimp the industry hoe
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| And even when I’m rich I’m a pretend to be poor
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| My life’s a work in progress, soon to be end of the road
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| But I don’t stress cause I have been her before, you know
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| My life’s a work in progress
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| (and even though I’m rich I’m gonna pretend to be poor)
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| My life’s a work in progress
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| (but I don’t stress cause I have been here before)
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| My life’s a work in progress
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| (and even though I’m rich I’m gonna pretend to be poor)
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| My life’s a work in progress
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| (but I don’t stress cause I have been here before)
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| In life
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| Every step you take
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| Every right every left you make
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| You can look at it like chess in a way
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| Cause life is best when you take your time
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| Don’t make a move, unless you done made up your mind
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| Play by the rules, don’t ever play the fool
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| Sometimes you play and lose but you still pay your dues
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| Come on
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| Everybody knows the cost to be the boss
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| Yea the price is kind of steep but sacrifice is never cheap
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| I learned that life can be sweet and bitter at the same time
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| It’s the Ying verse the Yang, sorta like rain without shine
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| Sometimes against the grain you grind gotta grit your teeth and bear it
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| Matthew 5, verse 5 «The earth the meek shall inherit»
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| Cherish the day before you perish away
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| Cause who can say how many days your power last?
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| It’s like a crack in your hourglass
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| In a flash, the hours pass
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| Then you’re gone
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| Long life living (?) will bring you close you dying
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| The more laughs one had will bring you close to crying
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| Cold unforgiving planet, yea it is
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| Racists, communicating those who wrong did
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| I daydream back to the 80's when we was all kids
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| A stab wound kidnapping (?) experience
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| Though at the time not a Glock would blow in da wind
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| It’s a good day in the hood to witness a stabbing
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| Now stories told to us, without tragedy
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| Seem like it involve bloodshed automatically
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| If you ever get a chance, just stop and use your mind
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| Observe the world for yourself and just check your time
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| Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that’s right
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| (Scratched: my life’s a work in progress)
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| Smoke something with your country people
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| Drank something with your country people
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| (Scratched: my life’s a work in progress)
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| Thinking back in Junior high when sex was the shit
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| Fein pussy now a day can get you killed quick
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| 'Bout shootin ball in now they 'bout getting licks
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| I’m playin Nappy Roots just to hear the realest shit
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| Expect it to the best of my know how and my rapping wit
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| See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold streets
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| Whatever you do, be smart, tote your heat
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| Did I mention if you don’t work you don’t eat
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| If you ever get a chance stop and use your mind
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| Observe the world for yourself and check the time
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| Yea, Smoke something with your country people |