| Check it out. |
| I heard this track right here and I kind of felt a lil'
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| somethin'. |
| You know. |
| It took my mind some place it ain’t been. |
| Search deep
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| into another world. |
| So I’m trying to figure out what make this world go
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| round. |
| For real. |
| People are stressin'.
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| Oh how oh how come everytime we have problems they nix none
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| Sending people to other plants when they still ain’t fix this one
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| Victims from a distance prections of affliction
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| Some faction cause frictions fractions need fixinng
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| Mixing making music man to make it work
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| Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse
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| It’s worse misguided some guttered locked on the block
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| Cause the cops can’t be trusted
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| Busted trusted frustrated frustrations of no more patience
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| Insides are cold and vacant check how we lay it
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| Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath
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| Cock a rifle to chest
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| Then ya have the party of your life at your death
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| Oh I wanna know I wanna know
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| Oh why, oh why is it the good that have to go
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| And they tell us that’s just how this life goes
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| So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go
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| Get high to tell ya low that’s how its done on the bricks
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| We all mad at the world when the world ain’t done shit
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| Just the people in it and the scavengers who function
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| Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions
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| And getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow
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| But the black form is strong and far from being hollow
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| Why do we get so much into this Freeing Willy
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| When Willy is already free
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| He and them ain’t doing shit to free my city
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| And it’s a pity for those who can’t get the nitty gritty
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| That’s when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty
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| So much pain on the brain can’t restrain
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| Place the comma too much drama but I’ll bleed to please my momma
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| So I’m a strive to perfection leave pride in slum sections
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| Keep wit my crew and make all due connections
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| But but but but but that’s what makes the world go round
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| The axis like a carouse
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| Oh how the ways?
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| Nowadays baby’s coming from spitting out momma’s nipple
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| From the cradel to the killa leaving corspe and cripples
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| A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun
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| Our kids days are up even if they ain’t stray ones
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| You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day’s dumb
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| When crews war and now streets get scarier cops hit blocks saying we’ll
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| beat 'em
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| Into freedom then we feel robbed like there’s no God
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| When we need him
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| So we act accordingly cause we dont' see enjoyment
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| The only line ofbusiness I’m offered is unemployment
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| So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it
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| And it is what it be so see that I’m with this
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| Media haas us believin' they hype
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| Don’t pull out ya new shoes cause only the bad news is good news
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| Farrakahn wants us to take the streets back time to take it
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| Before our whole race is stripped naked |