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Intro/Chorus:
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling on you and He's frowning too
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Because only God knows what you'll go through, uhh
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling but He's frowning too
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Verse 1:
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He grew up in an instant, the fourth of seven children
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The oldest male on the block was half and half
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brown, stones to neck bones, crack joints to tones
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Where young girls spread out and drop seeds like they're farmers
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They're old as their momma's, the same age as their aunt
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and the neighbourhood drunk men and that lady with the dreaded disease
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is like hard to please
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And the house of ill fate with the metal gate
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kepp the thin people cracked out like *?puncheon?* monks
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The ole man with the fruit stand is on his man
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His hand, his ole heart just can't stand
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the CPR as they load him in the back of a car
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I'm on a world tour to help free the poor
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From the local drug cats to kids in front of the store
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Number runners, gangbangers and the big money spenders
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Reality check rings as we descend from the king
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Chorus:
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Now a child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling on you and He's frowning too
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Because only God knows what you'll go through
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling but He's frowning too
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Because only God knows....
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Verse 2:
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The home's filled with horror in my horoscope
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Tomorrow I could be broke, this ain't a joke
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I'm twenty dollars from bein dead ass
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I'm bout to spend half on a bag to get my head blast
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Last week I lost to justice cycle, born
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and spawned a riff with my wiz
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now she dead with my kids
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I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
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All day everyday tryin to get the pay
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And I be tryin ta find a better way
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You see, when you're poor then you're forced to adore to raw play
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Survival be a forte, lookin forward to robble up your food stamps
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Projects' like boot camps
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wit generals cookin chemical warfare
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Ki's to a mayor, I ain't seen ya ass in four years
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The law bears down on anybody that's brown
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My complexion puts me in the direction of the section 8
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Rejection seems to be my fate
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As a kid, don't wanna ship my momma, always said I had to wait
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And it's been drama up to date
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Enough to traumatise people's lives and the eyes they try to fixtate
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Chorus:
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling on you but He's frowning too
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Because only God knows what you'll go through
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling but He's frowning too
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Because...
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Verse 3:
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Born into existance with some resistance
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A struggle comin out my ol' earth's womb
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It was little past noon, three months before June
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I had a feelin I was headed toward the land of doom
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I came out and the doctor got ready to smack
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I grabbed the 'bilical cord and tried to pull myself back
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but it was too late for that cos in fact
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I'll slit the sack so I gotta maintain where I'm at
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Now I'm here breathin this diff'rent kind of air
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Poverty bound, headed for the welfare
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Drug-infested, rat-infested, people drownin in sorrow at neighbourhood bars
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Roaches bigger than my hot wheel cars
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Dope fiends with swollen arms lookin like rotten wood
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turn to crack monsters up and down the neighbourhood
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Lit the store, business soar as the crowd pour
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all thru the corridors, echo-in off the project walls
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That's why the God say
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Chorus:
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A child is born with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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God is smiling on you but He's frowning too
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Because only God knows what you'll go through
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*repeat*
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A Child Is Born
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Brand Nubian |