| I want to be somebody
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| I want to make a difference
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| Little boy caught in a drive-by
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| Witnessed the killer who made his daddy die,
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| And 'cause he identified and signed the dotted line,
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| He could feel it in his stomach, he signed away his life
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| Little boy who once was the leader of his class
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| The little source of joy, always neatly dressed
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| Now would hang his head and be left crying at his desk,
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| Was found with his mother, lying in her lap
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| With two bullets in his chest
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| And, oh my god, what is this madness?
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| I will not let it kill by gladness
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| And, oh my god, what is this madness?
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| My joy inside will send this message
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| I want to be somebody
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| I want to make a difference,
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| For we all are children of the Mother
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| I want to be somebody
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| I want to make a difference,
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| For we all are children of the Father
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| Outspoken man, leading sisters and brothers,
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| Picked himself up from hustling, drugs and gutters
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| Doing time on the inside, he found a higher power
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| Now, back with a mission to help us help each other |