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See there`s no way and there`s no how
I`d ever stop now, Imma die tryin`, I`mma die trying
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I`m on
But I`mma keep on. I`mma die tryin`, I`mma die tryin` (MMMMMM)
Before we came being southern wasn`t something to claim
In fact wasn`t something too fly it was something to blame
Smilin and juckin and jivin I was so ashamed
They gave the dirty an apparently appropriate name
I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul
Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind
Answering the call of god like a child obeying
Preaching the very same power they killed martin for saying
But you can`t break the hold and not holding your breath
Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honourable death
So sincere my eyes begin to swell up in tear
And it`s clear my music may not do well up in here
Oh my god being a nigger must be a good payin job
With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss
There is a time and a place for everybody`s taste
But I know too much and I owe too much
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So here it is, an invitation to an open book
A painful past my heart is still broken look
I know you don`t hate me it`s not assured they anyone appreciate me
See i`ve been having a hard time selling my album`s lately
In recent news the source couldnt find any microphones to rate me
Using words I could scream an alternative to equate me
Which is true I`m in a box with a view would you still wanna date me?
I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldnt compare to a great me
The final cross to bear is mine it`s not a cross to share
But isn`t it ironic I still woulda bought a cross to wear
That obviously cost to wear but considerably less than the price that it costs to care
Now I have another loss to spare I doubt em say that I can`t win
Even though I know talking intelligent just ain`t in
You most likely to go broke when you just can`t bend
So me and JJ both gon` have to pay bills
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Listen
People still standin in line at the +World Party+ for some +Soul Food+
To get put back in that old mood
They say we like the new `Lo
and we respect everything that you trying to do `Lo
Do what you do but just do more that you know
It`s a catch 22 and I couldn`t cry
Now I`m under oath with them both and I couldn`t lie
Cussed `em said that I`m too dope and I coudln`t fly
But you getting rich talkin shit so why shouldn`t I
I`m just playing but I guess that couldn`t go without saying
I`m just gon ride this revolution until they stop me where I`m stayin
But I ain`t gotta lie to ya to make it sound fly to ya
I keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to ya
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