| Hey, hey you there — where’s your crown?
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| You didn’t leave the house without your crown did you?
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| Just as sure as the earth is round
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| We bounce back up when they throw us down
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| So don’t forget your crown
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| And hold your head high
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| Like you caught a glimpse of God through the clouds
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| And you stuck in awe
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| Don’t worry we got y’all
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| Mind and body, body and mind, tell 'em homies
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| The world is bigger than your street and mine
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| And that colour and this
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| And every shade of our skin is rich
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| Knowing your future depends on our involvement
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| So, block boys, block boys
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| It’s in our hands more than Parliament
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| The gun can kill or the gun can save
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| Rather congratulate a stage than carry him to a grave
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| That’s responsibility
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| My brother’s keeper
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| My sister’s big sister
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| Life full of lemons we just gotta add a little sugar to
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| To those sweet dreams
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| You can be anything
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| Go farther than me, be better than him, climb higher than her
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| And never ever let em knock your crown, that’s my word
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| All hands on deck
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| Making kings and queens of all cards we dealt
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| Jamla, Roc Nation
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| Let’s go
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| I lied to mama one time when I was eleven
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| Riding in the car she told me something I won’t forget it
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| Truth gon' chase the light no matter what night that you said it
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| It make me feel so low
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| She peeled my feelings back like lettuce
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| With no salad told me save all of the carriage for the ballads
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| Now I’m dropping jewels as if we gave up on the marriage
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| I know it’s hard to handle we ain’t came here in no carriage
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| The hood is for the rain
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| And where they throw us is the barracks
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| Where we learn to master beats without a panther or a ferret
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| It came out in the '80s same as me I was a baby
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| And what I learned 'bout life is: Lord is sure is not the fairest
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| If your skin ain’t as fair as all the Beckys, Tiffanys, and Sarahs
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| Black don’t crack, Obama ain’t flinch
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| I sat inside that White House having conversations
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| How boys turn to men if we show 'em more than the rims
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| If they jumping high for the rims
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| Ain’t a goal that we cannot win
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| I’m setting picks for you and them I hope you roll off
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| Million black graduates, woo! |
| Just go and show off
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| Reaching out to everyone from the top to block y’all
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| Lemonade pitchers we grew up with, what’s a curve ball?
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| Made something out of nothing
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| Better out of worse
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| Take care of your own
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| I know I gotta do that first
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| I know there’s power in my time
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| I know there’s power in a verse
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| Tell a kid good job and tell him go hard on the work
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| You know the world you grew up in is very small compared to Earth
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| It’s the worst they lied and told you your limits on the future
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| Y’all can brush it off though, came back around and groom ya
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| Me, Alicia, Talib, Busta, everyone and you ya, agh!
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| In life there ain’t no rules, rule
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| Whatever you dream you can do, do
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| They tell me I’m a king!
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| They tell me I’m a queen!
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| In life there ain’t no rules, rule
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| Whatever you dream you can do, do
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| They tell me I’m a king!
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| They tell me I’m a queen! |