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Yeah, yeah |
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You know how me and 'Ye do |
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Yeah |
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Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' |
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Often it's beef this city never does people walk and talk in they sleep |
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Cold sweats and wet dreams on how to get green |
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Our faith is all in a jeep black souls raw and they deep |
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Hypes tryna talk with no teeth, shorties sayin' ball or retreat |
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A lesson we all speak at one point or another |
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Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother? |
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Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region |
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Through the pain, wish they knew that God was just teachin' |
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We want decent homes, so dreams we say out loud |
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Like speaker phones, just to keep 'em on |
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It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on |
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I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong |
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Somehow through the dust, I could see the dawn |
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Like the Bishop Magic Juan that's why I write freedom songs |
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For the real people |
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I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie |
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Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me |
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They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi |
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The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi |
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We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs |
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We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge |
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They say the dope game is sour |
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Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours |
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Come to your crib and devour all that you work for |
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Must be more than paper these niggaz hurt for |
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Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays |
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Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality |
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Heard that it's drama at home |
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Can a dude break free and still get honored at home? |
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I was told by a chief it's the games nature |
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When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya |
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It's real people |
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Black men walking wit white girls on they arms |
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I be mad at 'em as if I know they mom's |
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Told to go beyond the surface a person's a person |
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When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen |
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The weary cursin' the sky talkin' to themselves |
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Givin' they version of why help and hurt in they eye |
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I live across from it some of it I do be in |
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I be showin' niggaz lives like UPN it's real people |
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Yeah |
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For you and yours |
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Good music forever, yeah |
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Rock on, we keep on |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah |
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The real |
