I've seen streets we're youth are forced to take the long way home
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And I've seen mothers mourn the loss of there only born
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Still I believe we are given nothin more than we can beg
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A vision is only blurred when life seems unfair
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Who am I to judge the man with the needle in his veins
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When hes just chasing freedom to escape the pain
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Of the worlds fastpaced pipedreams and shortcomings
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Hes just trying to make do and find a way out of nothing
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Its like we damned if we do and damned if we don't
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And it's a very thin line between respect and being broke
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And being one red button away from world war three
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Always called the minority
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And always always pulled over
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Facing police brutality
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Why is every street a living hell
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Probably cause they want us to fail
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Yeah three strikes and surely back to jail
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Like the slave ships when they sail
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Years and years of civil rights chasing to pass that bill
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But ask yourself people have we changed or are we standing still
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Down and out struggling
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In this concrete jungle
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One check away from starvation, poverty
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But they say being free is about speaking your mind
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Prophesise too much and that's where they draw the line
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A line as thin as the line between war and peace
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A line as thin as the line between west and east
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One button away from world war III
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Being called a minority
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And being pulled always being pulled over and subject to brutality
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Why is every street like a living hell
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Probably cause they all just want us to fail
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And three strikes and surely back to jail
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Like the slaves ship when they sail but they don't know that
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My people whose pains are cornered
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My peoples all shapes and colours
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My peoples got more peoples with ills
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That's more peoples more sistas and brothas
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My people stay strong as an ox
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My peoples will never fail
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My peoples will always remain
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Remain with a story to tell
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My peoples was paints on the door
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My peoples all shapes and colours
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My peoples got more peoples with ills
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That's more people more sistaz and brothaz
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My people stay strong as an ox
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My peoples will never fail
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My peoples will always remain
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Remain with a story to tell
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My peoples was paints on the door
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My peoples all shapes and colours
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My peoples got more peoples in jail
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That's more people than sistaz and brothaz
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My people stay strong as an ox
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My peoples will never fail
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My peoples will always remain
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Remain with a story to tell
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My peoples was ??
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My peoples all shapes and colours
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My peoples got more peoples with ills
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More people more sistaz and brothers
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My people stay strong as an ox
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My peoples will never fail
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My peoples will always remain
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Remain with a story to tell
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My Peoples
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DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince |