| «Now, I thought I would talk about today
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| For your consideration, as the world turns
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| As the world turns, you read in all these scriptures
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| About the world, find out that the world does turn!»
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| As the world keeps spinning, we live these days
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| Dollar bill done drove the whole world crazy
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| While sitting on the porch letting ganja blaze
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| Never hesitate a moment to enhance my phrase
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| Since I needed that escape I take my pull
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| Seen the thugs on the corner trying to act all cool
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| Pretty much out of character
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| I look right through, their transparent exterior
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| You in my book getting written and I’m the derriere
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| Thought you was peeping me but I was aware of ya
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| You peep my ill expressions, how I just glare about
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| Trying to trace my inner world and my whereabouts
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| Well try on, try on
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| I’m watching everything that’s going down
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| And it ain’t nothing that I ain’t been around
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| The same ghetto but a different town
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| Weeell, I remember growing up in the P-a-c
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| It was a whole lot of love in my family
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| I had clothes on my back and shoes on my feet
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| Times we didn’t have a lot but that was fine with me
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| In good times and even bad times
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| Whether rainy, grey sky or the sunshine
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| Life was so much simpler, I didn’t realise it then
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| But time has definitely made me a wiser man
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| The world keeps turning round
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| And time just keeps on moving
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| Sunday morning in the church just singing a song
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| Mama gave much praise cause her soul was strong
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| When I was young I used to do lots of thangs was wrong
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| I never thought about till one day she was gone
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| Now my daddy passed on about a year before
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| Reminiscing as I glance at the fishing pole
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| But these things gotta happen so we all can grow
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| And now they spirits much freer than they was befo'
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| So fly on, fly on, fly on, fly on, fly on, fly on, fly on
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| Cause there’s angels in the midst
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| And they’re guiding and watching me every day
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| And even though at times I let it get to me
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| Just a little and I go astray
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| We keep marching on and on
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| Young militants will watch and now we’re growing
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| With kids of their own, as it all unfolds
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| As the world keeps turning on, the world keeps turning on
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| This one goes out to family, y’all come first
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| G-A-B, Chief Xcel, Blackalicious, out |