| Sometimes I listen to you and won’t let my mouth speak
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| Some information in my ears I pray that God leaks
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| Don’t wanna keep it but when looking around
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| I see that people that surround are so happy you’re down
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| What a trick word that disturbs the people that thinks
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| Caught in a world of smoking cigarettes that keeps on the brink
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| A race of people like the Natives coming close to extinct-tion
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| Endangered species, I then slowly blink
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| I let my eyes slowly open to a scene in which I’m scoping
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| Where it’s kids killing kids religious wars that will go on
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| From now til' it hits the last man but time goes on
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| And something coming next since time was made to flow on
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| As the world turns, it turns old
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| We start warm, then turn cold
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| Start half then turn whole, so crying to God
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| I try to understand the place I’m at
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| Is this all inside?
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| Made to fly
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| I listen to my heart and tell it with pride
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| They say the soul of Black folks lives eternally through the music
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| So when I’m doing it, this is what my heart is speaking
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| It’s uncontrollable but I am dedicated
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| This is bright as summer mornings but gray as the sky that shades it
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| A city of my feelings that’s way overpopulated
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| Contemplate it
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| Girls try to get it but it’s overrated
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| Dated back to the 70's it gave me a beat
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| This deep melancholy sound won’t stop until it’s complete
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| I got a lot of things to think in
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| The loving that makes me
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| Eliminate the mental states of venom and hate
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| Not to my people nah, I’m for preventing the spread
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| Instead, I give to God what’s in the back of my head
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| Discrimination of all kinds
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| Effects on Blacks from slave times
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| We make time to understand self
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| So when I state rhymes
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| I’m speaking to unite us how out black hearts will
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| Never drown in our sorrows just one day grow gills
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| I need patience by my ain’t still
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| It’s at a place where your jaw can feel
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| It’s yet a script forever writing some shit
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| A permanent tick
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| Picks up the pitch but won’t ever switch
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| It’s black and silent means inhumanly good
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| Misunderstood, the engine running beneath the hood
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| Pain, a lot of heartache, blood sweat and tears
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| So many nights you lie awake crying wondering
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| Will the day ever come you’ll be able to rest?
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| Will the day ever come that you’ll be able to just take life easy for a while? |