| Yeah
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| There’s few things that I
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| I wanna get off my chest
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| So I’ma get 'em off
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| The drugs the streets the thugs that beat they women
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| The hate and the violence the guns the bullets that sent them
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| The ice the jewels the fools that’s killing to get them
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| Or heist with tools strategically placed in their denim
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| The corner, the store, the spirits, the wine, the liquor
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| The sinning, it’s venom, it’s making society sicker
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| The henny, the 'tron, the dale, the goose, the crown
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| The pimps is up, the hoes is usually down
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| The kids in the hall that piss in the corner, the rats
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| The chicks be watching, the watchers be watching them back
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| The fatherless babies, the mothers that live in despair
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| The tenement builders with roaches just chilling in there
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| The silence is never the sirens be scraping the air
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| It kills to ignore it but it doesn’t hurt you to care
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| It hurts to ignore it but it doesn’t kill you to care
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| It kills to ignore it but do you
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| No
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| You have a soul
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| And it’s worth more than gold
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| Worth more than gold
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| Hoping you’re mine
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| Let it unfold
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| And you will find
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| Treasures untold
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| That are worth more than gold
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| If heaven is a place on earth
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| Then there ain’t no way a dollar could replace your worth
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| I hope you know that you’re priceless
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| This life gets the point that you feel like
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| You could point your steel right to the temple
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| It’s so simple
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| The capitol hill is the capital killers
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| Bills passed to bill us back for stamps and keys
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| The system is so diseased
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| Ain’t a vaccine to cure it
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| And if your skin like mine, we gonna have to endure it
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| Until we can birth a new nation
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| Mature it to the level of ancient African civilizations
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| Half of us up in this nation
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| Now I know about the hoops we share
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| Peace to my people who’s already there
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| It’s a family affair, sisters and brothers of one soul
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| Before we hit the heavens above, this world gold
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| Before we hit the heavens above, this world gold
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| Before we hit the heavens, do you
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| Know
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| You have a soul
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| And it’s worth more than gold
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| Worth more than gold
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| Just let me help you
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| Carry your load
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| Open your heart
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| Share what it holds
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| Cause it’s worth more than gold
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| The wait is up now
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| I’m throwing it around
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| The hate you handing out
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| I throw it to the ground
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| Too black, too strong for this
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| Never thought that I would sit and write a song to this
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| But what you expect when a hunger in your stomach so strong
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| That when you hear the radio you wanna vomit
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| And when you look at the TV your heart plummet
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| It shame me to see how they be showing us on it |