| Where do we go? |
| What do we say? |
| What do we do?
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| Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run and there’s nothin new
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| Where do we go for inspiration?
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| It’s like pain is our only inspiration
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| Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls
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| Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl
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| No one to hold 'em while they growin
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| They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world
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| Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don’t like to hear
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| I know this: that people lie, people kneel
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| People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears
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| What’s real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still — rise
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| Above me, trust me, it must be, morning — time
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| Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew
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| But when the karma come back for what you do It’s too late to make up — some excuse
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| I come from people who stronger than time and space
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| Wherever there’s competition you gonna find the race
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| I find a place in my heart for this hip-hop
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| And pump blood through my vein my skin get hot
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| I take you very serious and make you write more
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| If I don’t celebrate I got nothing to fight for
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| I’m tight raw, excite y’all like nightfall
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| I’m tight y’all, I walk the street like y’all
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| About action, talk is cheap, right y’all?
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| You start yappin' think about the beef you might cause
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| The trouble you could get into
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| You don’t study, you not prepared and cats is testin you
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| What you gonna do when you gotta face
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| The manifestation of the words that you put in space
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| They already there you cant take 'em out
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| The studio gangsta inside you tryin' to break out
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| Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls
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| Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl
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| No one to hold 'em while they growin
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| They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world
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| Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don’t like to hear
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| I know this: that people lie, people kneel
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| People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears
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| What’s real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still — rise
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| Above me, trust me, it must be, morning — time
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| Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew
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| But when the karma come back for what you do It’s too late to make up — some excuse |