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Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year |
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We preoccupy self to find life's true meaning |
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We indulge irrelevant contradiction |
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Contradiction which steps up growth |
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Live life each day like it could be your last [Verse One] |
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Yo.. I'm from a place where some mothers sell they babies for crack |
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Where young cats buy gats, shoot and never look back |
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Where the whites live with the whites, and the blacks live with the blacks |
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But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap |
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I'm from Brooklyn, word to the |
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Dodgers, Russian massages |
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Where thugs bust guns, and sons are raised without they fathers |
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We do away with has-beens, rock the latest fashion |
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The rule's never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin |
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Just some habits of highly effective |
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MC's Y'all is pussy rap, my speech made you weak in the knees |
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But talk's cheap, |
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I'm straight from the streets |
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I'm action-oriented when |
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I'm screamin |
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KILL CORRU |
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PT POLICE |
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I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks |
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I roam with |
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God-bodies and crooks |
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But when I rest my head at night, |
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I'm just happy that |
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I made it |
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Cause someone could take your life, be it my friends or my neighbors |
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Whether, you police or a thug on the streets |
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Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace |
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Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold |
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Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold [Chorus: *sung*] |
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We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow |
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We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday |
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We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow |
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We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday [Verse Two] |
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It's either me or you in this world cause |
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I be tryin to cope |
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I'm lookin for answers, but still |
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I'm comin up broke |
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They supply the (?) tops, smack, the guns and the coke |
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Who shot Lennon and |
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Malcolm X, one in his throat |
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I'm an old soul that hold but probably young as the |
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Pope Reincarnated as a prophet through a symbol of hope |
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I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke |
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Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke |
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Buried my man at 18, the cancer took him in months |
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He died before he lived, but once gone |
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I felt touched |
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My old earth followed in '91, 6 months apart |
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Project stress, blackouts, and walks in the park |
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People change, cause when |
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I look back |
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I feel strange |
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Goin through old flicks, our days numbered, turnin the page |
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I can't go back, we learn to live with hate and respect |
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A tale from the heart prevail through the pain and regret |
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Whether, you police or a thug on the streets |
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Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace |
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Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold |
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Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold [Chorus] {*singer ad libs to fade*} |
