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Where you at? Where you at?... Yeah |
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Now where you at, where you at? [x4] |
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[chorus] |
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It's really real, the way I'm feelin' right now |
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At 5 o'clock in the mornin-a |
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The crack of dawn-in-a [x4] |
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[verse 1] |
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It's really real, when I feel the way that I do right now |
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I see all my brothers underground |
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Pushing up daisies, man, it amazes me |
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That you can't see where you gonna be |
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A statistic, everybody's gon' call ballistic |
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If you had a good day, damn, I must have missed it |
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Cause you mad at the Universe, going to hell with everybody else |
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Cause you want your own first |
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I got the urge to let you in on a little secret |
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Cause you keep dying if I keep it |
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All the killing that you're feeling is from within |
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For the copper check the color of your skin |
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Why lie? I couldn't try even if I had to |
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Born with the bullet-proof vest when I had you |
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A black woman trying to get through to the few |
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So you can live the next crew |
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[chorus] |
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[verse 2] |
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Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you're heading |
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The last few years I watched while you were sheading |
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Pounds and pounds on growth for the population |
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Soon we won't be able to have a strong black nation |
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A shooting here, a stab there will it ever stop |
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Cause now you're dying from the dose of the crack rock |
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I'm just a Nubian Queen that needs a king to stand strong |
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And try to press on |
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It's not white man's finger on the trigger |
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Car-jacks, drive-by's, callin' each other "nigga" |
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I'm not here to scold but rather shape n' mold |
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A young black mind that won't live to grow old |
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Cause you're fronting smoking on the blunt and |
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Down with your friends cause you think you're making ends, but you're not |
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And it's the truth of the matter |
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Your brother gettin' skinny, cause you want your pockets fatter |
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[chorus] |
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[verse 3] |
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It ain't no lie, I'm sick and tired, I feel the fire |
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So baby can you grab my hand so I can take you higher |
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Coz I've seen you sinkin'. so get your mind to thinkin' |
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But all of that shit you did has got you shrinkin' low |
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The moves that you made, got your faith in the wrong direction |
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But some love and affection would change that |
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With the quick-mix, could this sickness |
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Is spreadin' so damn fast, a black major can't last |
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But what can I do, a strong black woman |
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Give you loving and affection keep you focused when you come in |
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Cause it's real, I've got to find out how you feel |
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To keep your shit fixed, and your hands up on the ceil' (yeah yeah) |
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[chorus] |
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Now where you at? |
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Now are you a criminal? [repeat] |
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A where you at, where you at? [x4] |
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[chorus] |
