[The Game - Chorus]
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We will survive, we¡¯ve been through this too many times
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my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
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we will not live and let die
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my niggas on the front line and we all here
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hold your head high
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so many years, too many tears living this life
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this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
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a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
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these are the hard times but we will survive
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[Verse 1]
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It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains
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400 years later same bullshit y¡¯all aint changed
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you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball
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then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall
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who really making calls like my people ain¡¯t determined enough
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and in the hood they trying to terminate us
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and turn us against each other
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got us fighting over colours, brothers
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I thought the object was to love one another
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we can¡¯t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes
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40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store
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so how do we raise our children
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there¡¯s a new born soul every hour in America
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this is not only there¡¯s but our America
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the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days
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but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt
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but this is the rebirth
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle
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and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea
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they lock us in prison for years
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and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
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too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
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President Bush¡¯s way to say fuck you
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our day is coming we taking over
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how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers
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you gotta be stupid
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don¡¯t ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers
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you burnt this I prove it
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we don¡¯t want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,
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keep the Grammy awards, your H2¡¯s, new watches we don¡¯t hate you watch us
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me and Marshall¡¯s like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
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opposite races still chasing the same dream
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but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I will not surrender this is not the ending
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turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam¡¯s curse
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you got a hot verse you on MTV
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you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
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kids struggling to make grades in school
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you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school
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and all the old heads that paid their dues we don¡¯t respect that
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too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
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(?) news rims put on your lexus,
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he ain¡¯t registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election
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one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
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25 to life but still life moves on
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a wise man told when I was younger Im God¡¯s chosen
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he don¡¯t understand so the AK soak him
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Black wall street got them open
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I try to tell them I¡¯m where hope floats man
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the ghetto spokesman
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[Chorus]
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We Will Survive
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The Game |