| Go right to left, left to right
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| Middle passage connection
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| Yeah, about to build
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| Tell you which way to go
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| We go right to left, left to right
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| If you fight to the death, what’s left to fight
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| We go right to left, left to right
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| If you fight to the death, what’s left to fight
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| We go right to left, left to right
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| If you fight to the death, what’s left to fight
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| We go right to left, left to right
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| If you fight to the death, yo, here we go
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| I wanna write away, I wanna write here
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| I wanna write brave words to fight fear, write dreams and nightmares
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| Might scare the folks stuck in the day with nothin' to say
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| While I’m way ahead by light years so beware and keep the lights on
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| I wanna write the songs that right the wrong, right on
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| Ridin' the light so you see in the dark
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| So deep you gotta be still like your beatin' heart
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| My words apply the pressure to make the bleedin' stop
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| I see the art of livin' right, eatin' smart
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| I wanna right to life, a right to death
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| Police read your rights from right to left
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| But I never write to remain silent, I fight through police line
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| Cops walk the beat that I write to, I teach minds
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| Write rhymes with the right sound
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| Right now, journalists write up, I write down
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| Party people put a hand in the sky
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| Grab a cloud and squeeze 'til no man is dry
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| Wet it up, go ask the people if they plannin' to die
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| Can’t stay to live, consumers is plannin' to buy
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| Slow death operators is standin' by
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| They take you order for the slaughter of the family, why?
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| Do they make it so hard for a man to provide
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| You better get wit it, or stand to the side
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| Stand to the side, stand to the side
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| You better get wit it, or stand to the side
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| Stand to the side, stand to the side
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| You better get wit it, or stand to the side
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| And the story line goes on, right to left, who’s right who’s wrong
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| Fuck the politics and pride, I just to try to stay alive
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| To witness where the battle lines are drawn
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| Speak my mind and I sing my song
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| I’m passin' on the moral y’all, this is ain’t play
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| True, you got to know the way, it’s hard now
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| Open eyes, see for hopeful lives, sing it now
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| Makin' my way through life, talkin' to elders and takin' advice
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| Ignorin' their words and payin' the price
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| Livin' in the world where false preachers got us prayin' to Christ
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| Get with the young girls in the choir and layin' the pipe
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| No control of our soul we all wait at the light
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| So comfortable they we hatin' to fight to make it right
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| Late at night I’m controlled by the DJ on the mic
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| I love hiphop and every joint he playin' is tight
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| A day in the life is a brick in the foundation, I’m like
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| A mason in Egypt, amazin' when I’m creatin' a site
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| For the world to behold and the story to last
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| So one day ghetto children can visit their glorious past
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| After Pac and Notorious passed, what do we have?
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| Niggas worth more when they dead, it’s so sad
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| Started with the slavery we finish the plan
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| But I broke the cycle and became a man
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| Party people put a hand in the sky
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| Grab a cloud and squeeze 'till no man is dry
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| Wet it up, go ask the people if they plannin' to die
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| Can’t stay to live, consumers is plannin' to buy
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| Slow death operators is standin' by
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| They take you order for the slaughter of the family, why?
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| Do they make it so hard for a man to provide
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| You better get wit it, or stand to the side
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| Stand to the side, stand to the side
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| You better get wit it, or stand to the side
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| Stand to the side, stand to the side
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| You better get wit it, or stand to the side
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| Come on
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| I got my man Savion in the house
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| We about to put it down
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| Here we go, come on
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side
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| Stand to the side |