| My mama told me find a real job, ‘cause I’m what I’m doing don’t cut it
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| Say she never seen a nigga get rich struggling and shit
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| Just fussing and I ain’t trying to hear that
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| Leaving out the house, I peep the news and it’s clear that
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| If mama woulda said a few words to them damn fools
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| You wouldn’t have them killers in the classroom
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| The destructor of the innocent
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| Praises be to God the beneficent
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| Most merciful, and I would never question you
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| But babies being shot down’ll hurt a dude
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| I know the devil’s got her heels on
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| But as I walk through the valley, I just feel home
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| And life has got a funny way of testing
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| A man of faith but all in all it’s a blessing
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| To walk up out the storm without a scratch on me
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| And live to talk about my journey—where you at, homie?
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| Sam was born by the river; |
| Martin, he had a dream
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| But that don’t mean there will be harmony
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| Just because the choir sings
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| They say that change gon' come
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| So when is change gon' come?
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| Somebody tell me; |
| somebody tell me
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| I’m not gon' lie, I’m getting scared now
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| I started burying my classmates
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| I remember skipping classes in the 8th grade
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| And walking to the Burger King at lunchtime
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| And coming back before the bell rung, but one time
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| We decided we was finna ditch the whole day
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| And catch the metro to Sharpstown, I’ll always
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| Remember Kurtis beatboxing on the back seat
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| Me freestyling, they knew every rapper that he
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| Bring up to us, K run through us
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| Man, I miss them old days, if one knew us
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| You knew that we was destined for greatness
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| Father’s Day came, that’s when God set to take him
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| Too many dying young, no sequel
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| And I have gone a many night sleepless
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| Every page turned brings the ending
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| One day closer, it’s on you on how you spend it
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| Sam was born by the river, and Martin, he had a dream
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| But that don’t mean there will be harmony
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| Just because the choir sings
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| They say that change gon' come (Change gon' come)
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| So when is change gon' come? |
| (When is change gon' come?)
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| Somebody tell me; |
| somebody tell me
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| And every day it’s something different
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| It’s either politics or one’s religion (Yeah, yeah)
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| We need to keep our guns in my opinion
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| It’s the people that you need to take control of
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| You have the right to bear your arms what they told us
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| It’s tragic when an innocent is gunned down
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| But Congress wants to take away our guns? |
| Wow!
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| Now, what about off in Chicago?
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| Huh? |
| Them little children in Chicago
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| Parents heart-broke; |
| I pray I never know that feeling
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| And although the truth is so revealing
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| We push it to the side like we don’t matter
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| And that shit makes me madder
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| That’s right, my government Brad Jordan
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| No different than a Trayvon Martin
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| No different than a shot down leader
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| Your picture of a blue-eyed Jesus |