| I don’t know
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| Maybe we can make a change, maybe not
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| I’m tired of crying, I’m tired of living
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| I’m tired of niggas, I’m tired of women
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| Just wanna be myself
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| Keep the fame, keep the wealth, give me my health
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| Take me to a place where they a’int hating no more
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| Where I don’t gotta raise the hammer and clap the four
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| Where I don’t gotta kick your door and ask for more
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| Where I don’t gotta dig your floor and ask for more, whoa
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| Where I don’t gotta serve no heads, cook no coke
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| And there’s no such thing as feds
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| And there’s no such thing as AIDS
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| And little kids live the age to walk the stage
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| No little babies crying, mama a’int dying
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| Papa live at home, he got a steady job
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| Everybody fall, he don’t gotta rob
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| Walk with me talk with me
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| Some times I just sit and think
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| You know it’s hard to express it y’all
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| That’s why I put it all in ink
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| Where we ain’t black or white
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| Matter fact we are, but we don’t have to fight, or kill
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| Maybe Malcom would have been alive still
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| Maybe Martin would have been able to chill
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| Maybe a black face on a dollar bill
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| I keep hope alive, that I stay alive
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| I think it’s coming, I try not to drink and drive
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| A place where the death penalty is gone
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| No abortions, life only lives on
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| Nobody getting shot for their chains
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| And no hard labor jobs, we all using our brains
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| And you don’t have to strip through school
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| Cover your body mama, everything is cool
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| Let you daughter know here moms is smart
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| And that’s your heart, before you tear her apart
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| I think I’m asking for too much man
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| No murders on the 5 o’clock news
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| No bodies over Jordan tennis shoes
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| Nobody laying on me, waiting to blast
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| I feel the spirits of my niggas that past
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| It’s like they right here, I just can’t see them
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| Sometimes I’m jealous of them, damn I wanna be them
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| Everybody fake, when will this ever end
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| If you don’t know your enemy, the you don’t know your friend
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| A place where there’s no more wars, no more tears, no more liquor, no more beers
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| No more stocks, no more shares, no more fights, no more jails, no more kites
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| A place where you don’t value money, just the air you breathe
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| And every day is sunny
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| I know it can never happen and it’s just rappin
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| And I’m dreamin, again |