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And any man who knows a thing knows, |
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he knows not a damn, damn thing at all, |
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And everytime I felt the hurt and I felt the givin' gettin' me up off the wall, |
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I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride, |
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I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze, |
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I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride, |
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I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze, |
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How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday, |
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When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way, |
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How did Ghandi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all, |
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Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall, |
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It's to give; I guess I'll pass it on, |
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Mother thinks it'll lift the stress of babylon, |
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Mother knows, my mother she suffered blows, |
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I don't know how we survived such violent episodes, |
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I was so worried, and hurt to see you bleed, |
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But as soon as you came out the hospital you gave me sweets, |
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Yeah, they try to take you from me, |
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But you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy, |
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Dear mama, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless. |
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All I can say is the worst is over now, |
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We can serve the hard times, divorce is over now, |
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They try to keep us out, but they doors is open now, |
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My nigga Akon is gettin awards for covers now, |
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This is K'NAAN, and still reppin' the S |
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Comin' out of Mogadishu and still draped in the mess, |
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And no matter how we strong, homie, |
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It ain't easy comin out of where we from, homie. |
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And that's the reason why, I could never play for me, |
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Tell 'em the truth, is what my dead homies told me, |
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Oh yeah, I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations, |
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Creating medication out my own tripulations. |
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Dear Africa, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless. |
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Nothing is perfect man, that's what the world is, |
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All I know is, |
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I'm enjoying today. |
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You know, 'cause it isn't everybody that you get to give. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah |
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yeah, yeah, yeah yeah |
