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Intro:This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters |
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Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem |
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I'm about to give you a dose of reality |
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Real deal{ |
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Jeru The Damaja |
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Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made |
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Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed |
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As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid |
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It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade |
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Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men |
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Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman |
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Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block |
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Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks |
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For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops |
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He barely knew his pops,now his little seed will barely know his pops |
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Tunnel vision like a cyclops |
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I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops |
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My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got'cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop |
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Chorus 2X: |
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Can you feel? |
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The presha, the the the presha |
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Hand overThe presha, the the the presha{ |
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Jeru The Damaja |
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Journalists write articles 'cause they can't write rhymes |
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Ever since |
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I was a youth |
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I dealt in crime |
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Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's left |
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There's a fork in the road, choose life or death |
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There's too much stress, too many bullets for your vest |
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Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis |
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The rest, rest in the |
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Earth, only the best progress |
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It's you who think |
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I see commercial success |
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Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test |
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And what I express worth more than a |
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LexusServe it like baby food, still hard to digest |
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Long ass niggas is mental slaves, |
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I gotta protest |
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Chorus 2X{ |
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Jeru The Damaja |
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Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food |
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So he do what he got to do |
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Keep it real, |
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I don't playa hate ya |
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God my divine nature,sent at this time to stabilize the structure |
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We should all live like wise kings,now sing praise to the gutter |
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The blazed double |
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X, concelead like a box cutter |
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Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another |
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Word, to the mother land, kill the other man |
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Lord of the concrete jungle, and |
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Tarzan was a black man |
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Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system |
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And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, here |
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I amChorus 4 |
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X(you got to deal with*instead of hand over) |
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Meanwhile, back at |
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Supahuman |
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Klik Headquarters... |