| For all the ones who lost too soon
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| One two
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| One two
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| Got my hands high in the air
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| But this is not a concert, it’s a sign of despair
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| No I’m not a monster, I’m just out of my head
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| It’s like a jungle sometimes
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| Make me wonder how I keep from going under
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| With the lions and tigers and bears
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| Enough to make a cyborg break out into tears
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| It is not as it appears, they think we all crazy
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| Just unruly niggas and tar babies
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| But what if these fuck ass Officer Barbradys
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| Was killing y’all babies?
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| And the cost of your life was less than a dog’s maybe
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| You’d probably call some of your boys that had an itch
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| To go out hunting for that something pop up out that bitch
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| Like, go ahead and drop it, nothing you do can stop it
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| Please don’t knock it cause my pocket still in that Doberman pinch
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| Anything from candy to cigarettes can get a nigga killed
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| But I’ll be honest man I’m running out of shit to feel
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| I ain’t tryna tell my biz
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| But I got the blues and I watch the news
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| Like nigga what the fuck I’m 'posed to tell my kids?
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| So fuck your city ordinance, this is for the flourishing
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| So hot in the air and that’s word to West Florissant
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| You seem to keep 'em shooting, bring the chorus in
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| For real
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| I just gotta find a better way (x4)
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| Gotta find
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| A better way
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| I just gotta find a better way
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| Religion’s like a gang, I guess you judge me by the way I dress
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| My name and sex and think I’m on my way to display a vest
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| Since 9/11 I’ve been off the plane, detained at best
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| My name’s Amir Muhammed, no officer I ain’t change it yet
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| My father came in '76 not to get your job
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| But to get a job
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| See we ain’t made the A-bomb
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| And we don’t want yo' yard
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| Just a piece of heavenly bliss, they painting a rift
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| One-sided, I think they cheat the scorecard
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| I guess this is where I go hard or go home
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| Can’t do that, cuz y’all done turn my courtyard to war zone
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| So let me grab this weapon, and load it with no discretion
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| Exploding on the poachers to prove a point that I ain’t messing
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| I’m talking musical lessons, marching movements in messes
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| Stop the news from using shock as a weapon for suppressing diseases
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| Won’t deplete us, can’t compare the toe to the slaughter
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| To the soldiers who follow orders, kidnapping all the daughters
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| I’m here to drive your taxis, feed your families and your fears
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| And kick a little knowledge in your ear
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| If you ask me
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| So please go head get at me if my words loud as your actions
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| So we can get together and do something that’s impacting
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| I think I found a better way |