| Let me take it back to my childhood
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| When Six Flags was still called Wild Wood
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| Where I had every race as a neighbor and
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| We was working class, trying to make it out of our hood
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| My best friend back then was a white kid
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| We was tight, he liked the same things I did
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| Despite us being different colors, man
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| We was tight as Elmer’s, and we called each other brothers
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| While I was trying to keep my Nikes clean
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| He was trying to scuff his Chucks up
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| He was grunge, I was fresh, we were young
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| And we cuss along to rap trying to sneaking into punk clubs
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| But things changed when his pops got laid off
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| He blamed my father for the loss of his job
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| He said immigrants robbed citizens jobs
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| And I better never set foot again in his yard
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| As we became adults in a cult called America, he got himself a job as an
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| officer of law
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| My thoughts got blacker and his views got cracker
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| There was no way backwards, to the roots at heart
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| Many years apart, I recognized him in the news
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| He shot a black man that was sitting in his car
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| Near the same park where we used to shoot hoops
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| And all I could blame was the cause
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| You grew up
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| No, you didn’t change
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| You were made the same
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| As those before you came
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| You grew up
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| All our growing pains
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| Were given like our names
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| You just bought the blame
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| You grew up
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| No, you didn’t change
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| You were made the same
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| As those before you came
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| You grew up
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| All our growing pains
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| Were given like our names
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| You just bought the blame
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| You grew up
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| You ever have a friend that became a fanatic?
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| Most of you all haven’t, but if you ever did
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| You’d understand the one thing they all have in common
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| That somebody took advantage of their damage as a kid
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| I knew a guy whose folks were professors
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| Proof in the flesh that Allah was a blesser
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| Grew up in a mid-western town, where there weren’t many brown people he could
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| seek reflection
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| Got picked on in school during lectures
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| Graduated hating everybody in his class
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| Picked on because he prayed at five to the East
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| And he didn’t eat meat that Allah said was bad
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| One day, a man approached him in a mosque
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| Changed his life when he asked him a question
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| «Do you ever feel your life was a loss?
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| And what if I could teach you that life is a weapon?»
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| Attracted strong to the feeling of acceptance
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| He was soon gone with delusions of a cause
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| People of the present had faces of the past, make it easier to blast them if he
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| feel they did him wrong
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| You can raise a child in a house full of love
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| But can’t keep them safe in a world full of hate
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| So, he blew up
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| The only mistake that could hold all the blame
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| You grew up
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| No, you didn’t change
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| You were made the same
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| As those before you came
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| You grew up
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| All our growing pains
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| Were given like our names
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| You just bought the blame
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| You grew up
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| No, you didn’t change
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| You were made the same
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| As those before you came
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| You grew up
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| All our growing pains
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| Were given like our names
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| You just bought the blame
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| You grew up
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| My heart’s a jug and, when I was born, it was filled with love
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| It ranneth over, life ran me over, I spilled the blood
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| I poured the cups and I left it up to you to say enough
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| Never ending, never quenching, I sealed it up
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| Tried to change my reality, but settled for, real enough
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| Life is better when you’re thinking lesser, go on, give it up
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| When I was younger, I was so determined I would change it all Couldn’t fly,
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| but wasn’t chained to fall
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| So where is it I put the blame and cause
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| Well, I grew up |