| HOOK
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| Yo! |
| What you hear when you hear this?
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| Yo, what you see when you see me?
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| I hear the struggle and the hustle
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| See the rumble in the jungle
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| Where the trouble’s never subtle
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| And they rush you on the double!
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| Yeah! |
| So what you hear when you hear this?
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| Yo, what you see when you see me?
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| I hear my brothers on the humble
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| Tryin' to bubble 'fore they tumble
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| See 'em take off like a shuttle
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| As they rise up from the rubble!
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| First I hear cussin', then bussin, then the sirens
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| And I see sufferin' from domestic violence
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| But I don’t hear solutions and I don’t see an end near
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| But that’s nothing new son, if you ever been here
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| Sometimes I hear laughter, happiness and peace
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| But I don’t see it often, just to say the least
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| When I see it is awesome, always glad to hear it
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| And I’m proud of my people keep it up that’s the spirit
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| But then I get some bad news death has returned
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| See murders not the answer but bamas never learn
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| Kill each other over money and pussy then see a cell
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| They fronting like it’s nothing but from what I hear it’s hell
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| But then I see a smile on a child making moves
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| Actually following through on the righteous path that they choose
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| When I hear that type of news, it give a brother hope
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| Like you serve as my muse when you’re struggling to cope. |
| So inspiring!
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| HOOK
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| Sometimes I rhyme simply to reflect the times
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| Hoping rhymes reach the minds of the dumb, deaf and the blind
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| They don’t see what I see, even when it’s right in front of them
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| I know they don’t hear me though but I still got love for them
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| Regardless I fuck with them ‘cause that’s real unity
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| Remembering it starts with «U» to better our community
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| Because I know I’m one of them but that’s not how they see me
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| But if you heard my whole story you wouldn’t believe me
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| Hard to believe what you see, harder to feel what you hear
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| Die on your feet, no retreat, some might be killed out of fear
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| Then your homies spill a beer and say your name but this ain’t Kwanzaa
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| Reminiscing on them better days while blazing ganja
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| Some might live longer before they act they ponder
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| And slow it down 'fore the fast life made 'em a goner
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| So we now raising glasses in your honor
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| Hold it down, graduating med school with honors and now we proud!
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| HOOK
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| I heard’em when they told him that he’d never be nothing
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| Even when he told them his plan they thought he was fronting
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| They never saw his vision so how could they ever see him
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| Somehow, someway he’d give them something to believe in
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| Dropped a couple flows then he hit them with the CD
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| Rocked a couple tours then he popped up on the TV
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| Hear’em in surround sound, see the man in 3D
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| Now they got their hands out beggin' him like feed me
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| Never finished college but the step to him like teach me
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| This was long before any of y’all listen to Yeezy
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| Look at him you’ll see me, can you hear me now?
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| Been building myself up so no one can tear me down. |
| Even now…
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| Got my eyes wide, ears sharp, finger on the pulse
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| Use my voice for express delivery straight to your thoughts
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| However I observe it, whether I seen or heard it
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| Always find a way to word it, for certain, til the picture’s perfect fa’sho, eh!
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| HOOK
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| Do you hear what I hear?
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| Do you see what I see?
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| Do you hear what I hear?
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| Do you see what I see? |