| So we come a long way from the chains and the cane fields
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| A long way from the back o' the bus
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| Shoulda brought along a little map for the travelling
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| Seems we’ve come a long way from us
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| Squander our money waiting on reparation,
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| never make plans for retirement day
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| Who’s to be blamed for our lack of preparation now we done spent every dime of
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| our pay
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| On big pimping, flossing every dollar
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| we’ve got on the much less fortunate
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| Small thinking got us bound tighter
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| than the chains that we try to forget
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| Tell me now malcom, do we hurt you pride?
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| Can you hear me now rosa,
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| was it worth the ride?
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| Can you see me now marcus
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| we’re still not unified, no we’re not
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| So tell me now martin, is this why you died?
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| So we’ve come a long way from picking cotton, many never thought they’d live to
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| see the day when bush pick rice But if all you’ve become is another house nigga
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| baby tell me was it worth all the sacrifice
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| Get outa my way while i climb to the top now but be sure to catch me if i fall
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| from grace
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| Cause heaven forbid
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| if what i chase should reject me
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| You know i’m gonna need a warm black embrace
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| We used to stack guns, prepare for revolution
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| Was the only way of getting wrong put right
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| Now we think all our problems
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| can be solved with shooting
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| And we’ve forgot why we started to fight
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| Tell me now malcom, do we hurt you pride?
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| Can you hear me now rosa,
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| was it worth the ride?
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| Can you see me now marcus
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| we’re still not unified, no we’re not
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| So tell me now martin, is this why you died?
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| So we belittle we bredda so we can seem bigger
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| Now we so damn proud fi call we self nigga
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| And being a bad man is good thing
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| Now being a good man is a bad thing
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| So it’s rich or poor, black or white
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| Sit and be trampled or get up and fight
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| After so many years it’s still hard to adjust
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| Even when the front is empty we still move to the back of the bus
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| Tell me now malcom, do we hurt you pride?
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| Can you hear me now rosa,
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| was it worth the ride?
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| Can you see me now marcus
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| we’re still not unified, no we’re not
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| So tell me now martin, is this why you died? |