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See there's no way and there's no how |
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I'd ever stop now, Imma die tryin', I'mma die trying |
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And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on |
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But I'mma keep on. I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin' (mmm.) |
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Before we came being southern wasn't something to claim |
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In fact wasn't something to fly it was something to blame |
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Smilin and shuckin and jivin I was so ashamed |
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They gave the dirty an apparently appropriate name |
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I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul |
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Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind |
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Answering the call of god like a child obeying |
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Preaching the very same power they killed martin for saying |
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But you can't break the mold in by holding your breath |
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Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honourable death |
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So sincere my eyes begin to swell up in tear |
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And it's clear my music may not do well up in here |
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Oh my god being a nigger must be a good payin job |
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With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss |
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There is a time and a place for everybody's taste |
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But I know too much and I owe too much |
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So here it is, an invitation to an open book |
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A painful past my heart is still broken look |
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I know you don't hate me it's not assured they anyone appreciate me |
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See i've been having a hard time selling my album's lately |
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In recent news the source couldnt find any microphones to rate me |
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Using words I could scream an alternative to equate me |
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Which is true I'm in a box with a view would you still wanna date me? |
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I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldnt compare to a great me |
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The final cross to bear is mine it's not a cross to share |
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But isn't it ironic I still woulda bought a cross to wear |
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That obviously cost to wear but considerably less than the price that it costs to care |
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Now I have another loss to spare I dare em say that I can't win |
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Even though I know talking intelligent just ain't in |
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You most likely to go broke when you just can't bend |
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So me and JJ both gon' have to pay bills |
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Listen |
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People still standin in line at the World Party for some Soul Food |
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To get put back in that old mood |
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They say we like the new 'Lo |
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and we respect everything that you trying to do 'Lo |
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Do what you do but just do more that you know |
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It's a catch 22 and I couldn't cry |
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Now I'm under oath with them both and I couldn't lie |
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Cussed 'em said that I'm too dope and I coudln't fly |
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But you getting rich talkin shit so why shouldn't I |
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I'm just playing but I guess that couldn't go without saying |
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I'm just gon ride this revolution until they stop me where I'm stayin |
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But I ain't gotta lie to ya to make it sound fly to ya |
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I keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to ya |
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