| You got a million and one things to do
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| But grateful for the new hue
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| Spend my color wheel amongst the tried and true
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| Not the in it for the minute got tired and through
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| On to the next with no reflex, what’s pride to you
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| Its like you put something together and forgot the glue
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| The difference between what to do and what not to do
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| You got youngans looking up, yo they are watching you
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| Because you dropped a jewel gave a spark that’s like rocket fuel
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| Never blame, upper aims, switch lanes and things
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| You facing sunshine and rain the same
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| That wasn’t how we raised
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| As a child we went through challenging thangs
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| Instead of complaining we made it up out of that maze
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| It was a crooked path, now we look back and laugh
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| Hahahaha
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| We come so far from cashing them food stamps
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| Born with rhythm to the beat we apply the dance
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| Jam for all of the ones who can’t motivate the mass
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| Elders said crowns ain’t going to fit one with a swollen head
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| A king no room for a throne that’s how you know he cares
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| About his kingdom, you seen him feeding his folks freedom by the plate
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| Not worried of others taking his place
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| Same old thang no matter who’s around
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| Here somewhere trying to lose the ground
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| Moving on up that’s how we get down
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| Here somewhere trying lose the ground
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| I’m here-- somewhere-- trying to lose-- the ground
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| For you to be brown, educated, and proud nowsdays is rare
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| They be open earred they mind was closed
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| And all you hearing is what is you wearing
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| They want a new benz with them rims on them twenty twins
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| Herb, splurge, the money spend honey soft skin
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| Came with the ride like the system inside
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| Temperature rise get a glimpse of them thighs and switch gears years and sincere
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| Yeah forget where from that’ll keep you back
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| Friends scatter chasing them I ain’t doing that
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| Up coming using that ladder to the stack
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| Getting racks above maximum teller never ask
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| That’ll last tell the cash come slow
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| You look around
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| A bunch a bad checks you wrote, what to do now
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| Got a couple in your huddle said they holding you down
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| You need them seein' a piece sign disappear in the crowd
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| Same old thang no matter who’s around
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| Here somewhere trying to lose the ground
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| Moving on up that’s how we get down
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| Here somewhere trying lose the ground |