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It's hard enough for a black man tryin to make it today |
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Strugglin to find the right way |
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So I say, times is hard, word to god |
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Recessions, depressions, the whole nine yards |
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That itself makes a brother wanna break |
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But bein an entertainer puts the icin on the cake |
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Cause I can remember when |
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I looked up to kurtis blow |
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And said that's where |
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I gotta go |
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So here I am, paid in the rap trade |
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But still gettin played, for my darker shade |
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That's not the only p-r-o-b-l-e-m |
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Man, that's just the beginnin of them |
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For example, |
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I can't walk the streets alone.... without bein known |
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Don't get me wrong, cause deep in my heart |
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I do love it |
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But I can't even dig up my nose in public, huh |
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Mc rell couldn't have said it no plainer |
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Yeah, that's the life of an entertainer |
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And the times are so hard to understand |
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That it makes me a troubled man* mister cee cuts up chuck d saying "i got so much trouble on my mind" *[big daddy kane] |
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I like women, but |
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I hate womankind |
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Love can be just too much for the mind |
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Cause I've toured the world from state to state |
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And wouldn't lay down tonight without havin a mate |
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Married girls in tight miniskirts |
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That left they husband waitin at the concert |
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I don't discriminate with girls that |
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I talk toI take em mello-yello to chocolate yoo-hoo |
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But now I couldn't find the right girl to fit me |
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Not even if she walked into my face and bit me |
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You see it's hard to make a woman your wife |
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When you've been humpin married woman the most of your life |
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You better believe that's true, word up |
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Cause if it happened to me, then it can happen to you |
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I'm not tryin to say that a woman is scandalous |
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I'm just showin you who the troubled man is* mister cee cuts up chuck d saying "i got so much trouble on my mind" *[big daddy kane] |
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Brothers from the past.... in the streets of bed-stuy or my ? sara j? class |
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Some of them are cool, some of them at times can be a bother |
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Thinkin I got jobs to give like roy rogers |
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I try to explain |
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I'm not on tour yet |
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And they say, "you think you're all that? yeah, |
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I bet!" |
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So when I see em on the solo tip |
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I gotta throw joints to prove my point |
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Just when |
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I thought that |
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I had the neighborhood support |
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Here comes another battle to be fought, huh |
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You know they even tried to start a aids rumor |
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Diggin the kind of life, that would maybe doom a |
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Brother of my priniciple, you'd think some of these people |
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Would be more sensisble, because a lie like that |
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Didn't bring my sex flow to an end |
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Maaaaaaaan, |
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I'm still gettin skins! |
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And the beat goes on until the thrill is gone |
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And life is the same old song |
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And maybe one day you can understand |
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What it's like to be a troubled man* mister cee cuts up chuck d saying "i got so much trouble on my mind" * |
