| Yea… Mhm' ¦
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| This is for my people.
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| To cops who roam the blocks,
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| And love to fire shots.
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| You innocent for sure before they planted rocks.
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| To babies having babies,
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| Teens' is going crazy.
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| Tryin to raise a seed indeed is never easy.
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| To brothers actin thug.
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| Cuz thugs the only choice.
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| When you young black and gifted,
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| But don' t have a voice.
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| When you young black and gifted,
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| Eyes' is getting dry.
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| We cry now will our tears,
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| Got trees to keep us high.
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| To Crips, Bloods, disciples,
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| Folks and all brothas.
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| We ashamed of ancestors,
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| We all the same color.
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| We fight and kill mothas,
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| Sons, friends, and homies.
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| Killin' our own fam,
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| Cursed to live lonely.
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| Chorus:
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| Yea' ¦
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| To my people where you at,
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| All across the map.
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| You got to get this love,
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| When I spit with love,
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| Come and get this love,
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| When I spit with love.
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| To my brothas on the grind,
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| Tryin to find some shine.
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| Realize your devine to waste a lifetime.
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| To my sistas tryin to find a man,
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| No one understands,
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| You' re the souls bringing life to the fam.
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| To the shawtys on the avenues,
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| Who want to battle crews.
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| Use should cruise, cuz you blessed with jewels.
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| Life is a school for the hard knocks,
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| When the bars locked.
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| Experience speaks,
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| Out of the depths of my heart.
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| To the spirits is over top,
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| You watching us smilin'
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| Knowing they don' t stop,
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| We gonna keep wylin'
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| To the governing bodies, presidents, and officials
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| Karma' s a bitch,
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| So why you launch all of the missiles.
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| Multiples issues,
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| When the bombs gettin louder.
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| They only be happy,
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| With a nuclear shower.
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| To the most high powered,
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| You watch us all.
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| And you always pick us up when we start to fall.
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| Chorus
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| Ya don' t stop' ¦.One Love, one love, one
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| Ya don’t stop' ¦.You see these streets have me stressed out, it’s terrible.
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| Ya don' t stop' ¦.Open up they minds, and we about yours.
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| Ya don' t can’t get any worse, it can only get better.
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| To the hustlas and ballers,
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| Single parent homes.
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| God bless the child who got his loan.
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| To Muslims, and Jews, and the Christians too
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| Try to fight against the act single men will do.
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| To the black, to the white, red, yellow, and brown
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| Color really doesn' t matter,
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| We can all get down.
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| From the rich to the poor, to the in between.
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| I send a shot to my folks tryin to get they life clean.
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| Chorus |