| I’m not ashamed, what I told you oohoooh.
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| I’m not afraid because, my life is an open book.
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| I know where I been, is like I told you oohoooh.
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| So before you point that finger make sure you hands are clean.
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| So you go on and you judge, everybody like you won’t be judged your self,
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| you keep riding your high horse, preaching on the rest of us how to live our
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| lives.
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| Ain’t the one to be backing down, so I am treated like an outlaw in my own
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| hometown because narrow is the gate and difficult the passage is to life if you
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| find it.
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| Because I’m not ashamed, what I told you oohoooh.
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| I’m not afraid because, my life is an open book.
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| I know where I been, is like I told you oohoooh.
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| So before you point that finger make sure you hands are clean.
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| Because I go, and I try to hold my head up ground but every where I turn,
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| some body is dragging my name thru the dirt.
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| Who I was, my past and where I come from is just a tiny brush stroke,
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| in a painting that I like to call my life.
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| I’ve done things I regret because society will never let me forget gupees and
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| the cops self rightous fear us because were not like them.
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| So many things that I want to say but if I did it Babylon will take me away,
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| just open up your heart and love come on in and seek the truth and you will
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| find it.
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| Because I’m not ashamed, what I told you oohoooh.
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| I’m not afraid because, my life is an open book.
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| I know where I been, is like I told you oohoooh.
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| So before you point that finger make sure you hands are clean.
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| Yeah yeah. |