| How ya gonna make it baby?
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| That’s the question to be asked
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| Life goes on around you
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| In so many different ways
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| I know my share of history
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| How hard it is to be free
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| From wearing masks that turn to skin
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| Hiding what you could have been
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| And I, I, I’m so confused
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| Which way, which way to choose?
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| Ride with me baby 'til the end of the day
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| Mama’s home philosophy
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| Makes everyone a freak but me
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| Though I’m starvin' in the streets
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| And can’t predict the future
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Who’s the sanest of us all?
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| Is he with me or one of them?
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| How does he dress, who are his friends?
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| Mama’s home philosophy
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| Makes everyone a freak but me
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| Though I’m starvin' in the streets
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| And can’t predict the future
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| Can I have my vision back?
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| I’ll live outside your city walls
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| You don’t have to be afraid
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| Until I come together
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| Ride with me Baby
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| 'Til the end of the day |