| Sometimes we forget, 'cause we get caught up in life
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| And don’t see the things that we should see
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| And appreciate the things that we should appreciate
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| This song is for the people
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| And the beautiful things in this world that we take granted of
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| It’s called «Jenny»
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| Listen up (yeah)
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| I heard of the beat and thought of something beautiful
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| Forced to be a robot but seeking for the spiritual
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| Living this life and end up at the funeral
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| But meanwhile «be something» but nothing seems suitable
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| Life is hard but you know what to look for
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| Love or the friendship and maybe that’s to die for
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| Only one path and ain’t no really side door
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| Writing for this light and this is really my war
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| So listen when the birds are singing
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| Birth that’s given
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| Seasons that change 'cause earth is living (yeah)
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| We take granted of this simplest beauty
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| For the new seeds I rap this intellect music
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| Another dawn after sun’s down
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| Waking with a gun sound
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| No one’s having fun now
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| Kids crying «mom!» |
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| Brightest stars in a darkest night
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| When I’m losing it I target the mic (come on)
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| Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight
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| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
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| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night
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| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
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| Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight
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| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
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| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night
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| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
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| After all we know
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| And after all we show
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| Don’t forget what’s in front of you
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| And keep on shining through
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| After all we know
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| And after all we show
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| Remember what makes you
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| It’s like the smell of the rain that keeps me sane
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| Like Bob Marley and Miss Hill that ease my pain
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| I picture the things that don’t need to change
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| Most beautiful things in this world is simple and plain
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| Like water to quench thirst
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| Like the nature that made music first
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| It’s like me taking a pen and writing a verse
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| If the mind don’t give up and nothing is a curse
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| Beautiful things with beautiful names
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| Key to this life is to view the small things
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| And find something you can love for you to maintain
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| Remember needs and the wants are two different things
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| Imagine if we never cried
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| Imagine people never lied
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| Imagine every single person in the world have a mind
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| Imagine this
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| Imagine all the people in the world reaching for the sky
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| Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight
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| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
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| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night
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| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
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| Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight
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| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
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| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night
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| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
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| After all we know
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| And after all we show
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| Don’t forget what’s in front of you
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| And keep on shining through
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| After all we know
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| And after all we show
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| Remember what makes you
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| As I inhale the smoke of the soul flower
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| Nothing to trip and no beef and no drama
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| It seems stupid 'cause life is your movement
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| So take a little break puff maybe you’ll feel new man
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| Everybody got its own ways of peace
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| Families or friends, maybe rapping to the beats
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| Maybe reading your book or journey to the sea
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| This verse is to thank things what you really need
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| I like to dedicate this song for the people
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| DJs, and MCs, and writers, and B-Boys
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| And not just them, I’m saying good and the evils
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| All different paths with the visions of their heroes
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| And don’t be scared with the choices you make
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| Might regret, but if you true at least you weren’t fake
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| As I pray, with the pencil paper I say
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| This life with mic is my beautiful way (bring it back)
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| Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight
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| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
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| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night
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| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
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| Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight
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| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
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| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night
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| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
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| Thanks to Soul Kitchen Studio
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| And the Goons Trax
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| And Robert de Boron
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| I like to give it up, for my man «T-bone Steak» that’s doin' some time right now
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| I love you man
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| I love all you guys
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| So keep your head up high man
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| And keep it real
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| Peace |