| «'We gonna draw up a basic platform… just basic
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| That black people can read.'
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| He says, 'We don’t want to go real elaborate
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| With all these essays, and disserations, and all this stuff
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| Because a brother gonna look at that
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| And he gonna say, «Man, I ain’t got time for that
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| I got to go see what I can do for myself."'
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| He says, 'Just a basic platform that the mothers
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| Who struggle hard to raise us, that the fathers, who worked hard
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| That the young brothers in school, who come out of school semi-illiterate
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| And to teach black people, and our young black brothers and sisters
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| Their place in society because if they don’t know their place in society
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| And in the world, they can’t relate to anything else.'»
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| Please, forgive me if I’m not stressing
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| Over shit that don’t matter
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| Compliments don’t get me flattered
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| What’s status to nigga living average?
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| In a basement just waiting for the attic, Still I’m at it
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| Yeah I’m in my lane more than Wilt practice
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| On point, they watered down just like a killed cactus
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| I fell backwards in a bad storm
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| Fuck the weather
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| Nights kept me up, set me up for something better
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| Got a stomach full of butterflies, I wonder why?
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| Remember sitting in winter wishing for summer skies?
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| Turned cheeks, words deep, probably cut a guy
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| Sharing my world with these feelings that I publicize
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| Pop look at me I persevered
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| My momma look at me and burst in tears
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| She only happy when her son happy
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| And sadly I’ve been hurt for years
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| But as of lately i’ve been working here
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| And for the record I keep driving until I wreck it
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| Life holding me controllably until I exit
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| My potna tripping, say his life, got him feeling worthless
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| I know he’s wrong, cause see in life we all got a purpose
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| Fresh out of school trying to get my head right
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| This all happened around the same time I met 9th
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| At a point that had me feeling I was stuck inside
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| Years later I’m in BrightLady touching lives
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| When Granny died I swear it hurt seeing my cousin cry
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| Tell em I’m just an Oakland nigga with some southern pride
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| Overcoming aggravation, Tick
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| I’m still pissed at myself for missing your graduation
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| Huh, I guess it be intuition my mind told me
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| Rock and rolling and I’m Bon Jovi, They’re eyes on me
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| With a sixth sense my neck twists
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| All dogs go to heaven try telling my Ex this, shit
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| Funny how it all click, perfect
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| I tread water till it all hit the surface
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| Loving everything that I decide to
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| Looking in the sky till my eyes blue
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| It’s more than just a beat that I can rhyme to
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| Heaven had a window I just climbed through
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| Thank You |