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[Hook: Heather Victoria] |
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Cause he's... the man... |
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[Verse 1: Rapsody (Heather Victoria)] |
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At the house since his dad left, wake up, days feeling stressed |
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No stability, every year got a new address |
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Never change the view from this window, he seeing mad arrest |
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He saw his homie's death, same age, same story |
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Questioned God, wonder why he would take a such young shorty |
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It ain't even 8:40, already he thinking poorly |
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But still he's the (maaaaan) |
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His mom trust him now to lock the place down |
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Feed his younger brother and sister, make sure they both lay down |
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'fore she home, can't be on the phone, gotta wake up early next morn' |
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He don't have a lot of fun having to be so grown |
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At night he pray the world just throw him a bone |
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Tired and stressed |
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His grades suffer now and they don't know about home |
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So his teachers on his back again and don't own Foams |
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Kids pick at him, now he feel he need those to belong |
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Daydreaming 'bout a life living just like Puff Combs |
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On his walk to the crib he always hear several blown |
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Tryna think positive, but everything's wrong |
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Why his daddy can't be at home and be the muther******* (maaaaan)? |
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Now he gotta a little plan |
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He can sell a few rocks, maybe make a few grands |
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Take his family and move 'em and expand 'em to better lands |
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And be the mother*******, and be the mother******* (maaaaan) |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Rapsody] |
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So he got money and stayed, but ain't get out |
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Got a new whip now he pu************ng worth 50 thous' |
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But his mom, brother, sister still living in public housing |
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He the man though, gotta put food in all they mouths |
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His dad skipped, now he's the one to provide they outfits |
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They won't get picked on like he did, under the couch is |
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A 9 Milli, he gotta protect the fam, silly |
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Under circumstances he living to be the man really |
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Dad dropped by out the blue, he said "damn, you ain't the (maaaaan)" |
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Look what I did fam |
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When you ain't bother I stepped up to be the man, man |
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Now I'm the (maaaaan) |
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Be out, yo, this my mother*******' house |
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See, I'm the (maaaaaaan) |
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Around the way I don't respect ya |
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You just clown to me, yo, I reject ya |
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You gave me all this pressure, I wasn't even a freshman |
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Since thirteen man, ************t, dawg, I been the (maaaaan) |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Rapsody] |
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Now this street life got him running always thinking 'bout the (maaaan) |
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And now he sets the scene of what he saw when he was ten |
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Out the window while he sat thinking like (maaaaaan) |
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I wish It could better, man |
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I could be a doctor, a teacher, a lawyer talking evidence |
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Or I could be your weather(maaan) |
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I had dreams and plans, but gave it up to be the man, see |
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When my father didn't bother, well, now I'm the (maaaan) |
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[Hook] |
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Part 2 |
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[Verse 4: Rapsody] |
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I pray to God you get it soon, I use the [?] to clear my head |
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Shower and devour stress, I chose to wear a dress today |
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I got small breasts, but I love me (but I love me) |
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Do you love me? (Do you love me?) |
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He says yes he does, I'm his everything |
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I don't think love's in a wedding ring, it's a business |
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And I hear both sides lose interest |
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What's endless hasn't ended |
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And I'm thinking' damn, is this you and me one day? |
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I don't wanna fade away (f-fade away, f-fade away, f-fade away...) |
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Like a history, rock and roll, hip hop now but so soul |
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Soul is what y'all singin' |
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Long as they payin', to newborns just a day in |
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Gotta make their life amazing |
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Don't let the TV raise 'em, raise 'em, raise 'em |
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Tell 'em how we black as ravens, ravens, yea |
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But they hatin' and they shoot us |
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When we march they call us looters |
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Sitters, says "go get your rugers (get your rugers)" |
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Yea, used to have a peaceful mindset |
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But nowadays peace won't come and justice or a bomb threat |
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Is how I feel, I need God to heal my heart |
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How we s'possed to not fight back? |
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Now we s'possed to not wage war? |
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I pray to God you get it soon |
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Another afternoon, different day same story |
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More convos in our living rooms, huh, nah, we don't need Maury |
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Yea, confirming all your lies |
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It's hard to tell our babies they don't care about our lives |
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Ask us why, they ask us why, why, why, why, why? |
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They ask us why, why, why, why, why? |
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[Outro: Children] |
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"Why don't people like me because of my color?" |
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"I don't understand" |
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"Why am I different?" |
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"Why doesn't my life matter?" |
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"I'm just like you" |
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"I'm no different" |
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"I'm a good kid" |
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"I like to play" |
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"I like to hang with my friends" |
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"Why is the world not in peace?" |
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"Yes" |
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"My dad said" |
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"When I get bigger" |
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"I have to be really careful" |
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"Around police" |
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"But why?" |
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"I thought police help us" |
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"I don't understand" |
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"I don't understand" |
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"Hello" |
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"I just want to say hello" |