| I’m just another voice from the street
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| and since it’s my choice, I feel that I must speak
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| now I know that you won’t listen to little me but I can’t rest unless I get this off my chest
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| see--
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| the city’s my home the streets where I roam--but still I leave the drugs and
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| violence alone
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| And so i try to stay in the right frame of mind
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| although i know some people who might say that I’m
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| crazy and lazy for not breakin’out
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| but the city has soul and that’s what I’m about
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| I have an appetite that must be fed
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| no longer blind and being led
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| the of freedom that you can buy
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| my bank won’t lend me yet
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| but still i can get by--and even smile
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| so don’t judge me by the colour of my skin
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| my blood runs as deep as your runs red
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| which takes me out of the rap
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| Chorus: The choice is mine
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| with my joy and pain inside
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| and I ain’t gone under yet!
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| See bodies with souls living in the street
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| no one wants to live with nothing to eat
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| but to climb over livign people and fee that they brought in on themselves
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| cause they lazy or would rather steal is a mystery--
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| so don’t judge me by the colour of my skin
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| my blood runs as deep as your runs red
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| which takes me out of the verse
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| Chorus: The choice is mine
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| with my joy and pain inside
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| and I ain’t gone under yet!
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| your under is my over i’ve never seen your over yet
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| but don’t forget
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| I ain’t gone under yet! |
| 4X
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| I don’t steal I don’t run tricks or scams
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| cause I’m a strong young woman yes I know who I am but sometimes it’s so hard to get by touch circumstatnces make me want to get high
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| but I don’t go too far cause that ain’t my style
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| so why don’t you come live next to me for a while. |