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Food and liquor stores rest on every corner |
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From 45th and State to the last standing hymn nuhana |
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J&J's, Harold chicken, good finger licking |
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While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Kenwood Liquors |
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The winos crooked stagger |
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meets the high stride of the use searching for the truth |
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They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings |
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They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims |
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They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs |
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They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's |
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They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties |
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They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full |
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Prisons packed, bubbling over in brown sugar |
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They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered |
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The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended |
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Our hope has descended and off to the side |
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Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution |
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Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution |
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But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood |
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I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good |
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A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi |
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Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim |
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Dedicated, to my grandmother |
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Peace! And much love to you |
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YEAH!! And it start |
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1st and, 15, proudly present |
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You know what it is |
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See.. I got this philosophy right |
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I think the world, and everything in it |
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Is made up of a mix, of two things |
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You got your good, you know, and you're bad |
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You got your food, and your liquor |
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That's right.. Chilly Chill! |
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You already know, it's a long time coming |
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I give you my.. I give you my heart |
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My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings |
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My experience, nothing more, and nothing less |
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Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So |
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With no further adieux... |
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Lupe, Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor". |
