| One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
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| But most men treasure what other men have
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| Little is thrown away to the many that will never
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| Grasp what the few view as pennies in the grass
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| And underneath the grass are the roots of inequality
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| Creating all the bumps we come across in the path
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| And I don’t have a green thumb and neither do my niggas
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| And having a money tree is a luxury of class
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| The only ho I know had a flattering ass
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| And when I asked could she dig it, she looked at me and laughed
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| See we crabs in a barrel and the barrel was glass
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| So we broke, crack was the answer to cash
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| But the question was never asked, how we get off the path?
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| Steady walking in a maze that was built in the last
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| Century, eventually we’ll raise our hands
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| But the teacher is a part of the scam, Goddamn
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| Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out
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| Running down a fire escape to get away
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| Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in
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| Got me peeping through your doors and your windows
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| Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out
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| Running down a fire escape to get away
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| Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in
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| Got me peeping through your doors and your windows
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| I’m a product of the environment that I was brought up in
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| Material things I’m caught up in
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| Hustling, a product that creates the production
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| A plus then, for shackles that resemble circumference
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| My world, my word, I’m running from my block
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| Right into your wall, street
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| That when I see up close is just a prop
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| Designed to keep me cropped
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| Outside of the picture that pictures my people in defeat
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| I’m cooking up the books like a communist bonfire
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| And tell Uncle Sam I forgot the receipts
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| He gon' call me a liar and I’ma call him a thief
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| The jury looking like him and enjoying looking at me
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| At my arraignment, screaming
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| All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, and a belief in
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| Religion as the answer to the grieving
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| Believing that the blessed get test and the less get even
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| Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out
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| Running down a fire escape to get away
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| Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in
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| Got me peeping through your doors and your windows
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| Got me looking for a way out, way out, way out
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| Running down a fire escape to get away
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| Got me looking for a way in, way in, way in
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| Got me peeping through your doors and your windows
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| Running away from trouble got me running into you
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| Running away from darkness got me running into view
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| Running towards all the lights
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| Running from blue and whites
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| Running for you by day hope I run into you by night
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| Running for an election to run the country for who?
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| Run and tell all the news that you run it for something true
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| Run it into the ground, run it into a tomb
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| Run until there is nothing, run it until we lose |