| You know I love you different, my queen, my mother, sister
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| Protect you with my life, let’s deconstruct the myth-uh
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| You just depressed a bit, and only good for sexin' with you
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| Let’s dismantle that, it’s a man you lack
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| You don’t need us, you could handle that
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| Let’s see where the black family at
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| We need each other, with bad tempers, we defeat each other
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| Single mothers, my heart’s bleeding for you
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| These coward men, that were beating on you (Never me)
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| Let’s silence them, with a silencer
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| For the violence of relationships
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| Hold your head up, don’t take that shit, run away from it
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| I shoulda ran away myself, the amount of pain I was dealt
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| And I’m a man, my job is to help
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| Single parent home, came up, now the man is grown
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| Mom’s gone, pop’s here, wish God reversed the roles
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| (Sometimes) If I could’ve chose, subsidized housin'
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| Sometimes witnessin' the most foulest things would arouse us
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| We became numb like pure 'caine on the tongue
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| To the pains from economical strains
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| Diabolical games put on our future kings
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| And our future queens, y’all the strongest ones (Yeah)
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| May God give strength to women who lost their sons
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| I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh woah, oh-oh)
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| We’re nothing without our women
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| I give all I have 'til the war is won (Yeah)
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| (Ooh woah, oh-oh)
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| I give all I have
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| 2020 flows, everything getting exposed (Exposed)
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| Who really the bros? |
| (Bros) Who really is goals? |
| (Goals)
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| Who ready to let it go? |
| All the grudges we hold (Uh)
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| It’s too many fallen soldiers NY to the 'Go (Chi-Town)
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| Late night outside, you hear the forty drum (Baow)
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| In every ghetto and all the slums (For real)
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| These laws made to slaughter us (Damn)
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| I give all I have 'til the war is won
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| I was servin' out my mama crib, she ain’t know about it (She ain’t know about
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| it)
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| Complaining about my rent, but I know my mama got me (My mama got me)
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| She told me to be a man, and never sleep through problems (Sleep through
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| problems)
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| University of the streets, I ain’t plan on going to college (Oh yeah)
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| Why you crying 'bout low income and welfare? |
| (Ooh)
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| You ain’t the only one going through it, this everywhere
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| Better hold your head, I know it don’t feel fair
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| Reason my people dead and they know I still care
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| Depending on the people, then you gotta do better
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| Black lives matter, I’m for real, it do matter (For real, it do matter)
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| Black-on-black crime, they still do it to whoever (Whoever)
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| Talking to the trenches, we just gotta do better (Do better)
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| He think he Martin Luther, but he tryna be a shooter (Tryna be a shooter)
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| Got his car took, he ride with guns in the Uber (In the Uber)
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| I’m talking where we from, we carry MACs, but no computers (No computers)
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| He got out yesterday, but he went in when he was juvie (Chi-Town)
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| Diabolical games put on our future kings
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| And our future queens, y’all the strongest ones (Yeah)
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| May God give strength to women who lost their sons
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| I give all I have 'til the war is won
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| She do the best to raise our young
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| Ooh, she independent and she don’t depend on no one
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| We nothing without our women
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| Ooh, she independent, went from a girl to a woman
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| One love to the single mothers
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| Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah
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| I give all I have 'til the war is won (Ooh, woah, oh-oh)
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| 'Til the war is won, we gotta stick together
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| Women, stop chasing your man away
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| Men, stop acting crazy, chasing your woman away
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| We all we have 'til the war is won, yeah |