[Isam]
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They were the youth, a faith who didn't pray
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Young ones from the hood came back another day
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Told the old ones you're wasting you time
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"Time, what you know 'bout that?" the old ones replied
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Life's like a parking lot, products don't help a lot
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Hoping they listen and wise up before they drop
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Prayed for them to mend their brains
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For the twig and the sky and every grain
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For the hood grown soon, the streets to look too
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Oughta to be cool, oughta to be true
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Occasionally there would be one who come through
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Fused to the sky and became one soA¡¦
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[Waqas]
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So, so, so, so, so, so, fresh
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Half the youth won't settle for less
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Wait slow down you pace for a minute
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Life ain't even started you already up in it
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Ain't worth to giving in parts in it
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Stuck in the brain, stuck in the fame
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Stuck in the mind frame stuck in the paradigm
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No changing lanes, hear me
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Can I get a witness? Lord I'm in the midst of shit
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And I know its getting too much
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Ain't filling the cup, cause I've had enough
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And I fear for my son these streets stay tough
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Once in a while there will be one who comes through
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And I hope that its youA¡¦ you, you, you
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[Chorus]
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I know it seemsA¡¦
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Like just a dreamA¡¦
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I try to reach but someone's got to believe
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Sometimes it seems
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So hard to seeA¡¦
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I know, I know someday we'll all be free
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[Lenny]
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QuA¨Ï, quA¨Ï, quA¨Ï, quA¨Ï, quA¨Ï, quA¨Ï miedo
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Perder este fuego de fuego
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Sentir el dolor que me niego
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Nunca saber lo que entrego
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Tambaleo buscando salida
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Pero mi sombra pesa, mi sombra carga
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Mi alma herida, so la mano que me mata
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So la mano que me falta
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[Isam]
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They became men, of good, good men
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Who been gangsters so long they walk like kings
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Under the streetlights, they raise their arms
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Hear us, too much pain on earth
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No place to store with, we drown or burning
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Six by ten prison cells we've earned
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Occasionally there would be one who come through
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Fused to the sky and became one so trueA¡¦
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[Chorus]
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I know it seemsA¡¦
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Like just a dreamA¡¦
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I try to reach but someone's got to believe
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Sometimes it seems
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So hard to seeA¡¦
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I know, I know someday we'll all be free
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[Bridge]
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Ser libre, libre, de todo lo que no sere
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Someday we'll all be freeA¡¦
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Ser libre, libre, de todo lo que me a da
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A veces el mundo me mata
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[Isam]
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Like you wanted to bring life to me
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My dead life like dead soil you bring water to
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Busy watching DVD's 24/7
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Ain't even time for the D.A.D.'s going to heaven
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There was the method of dealing
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A fine method if you lived in the hood
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Was done with smooth measure
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On the corner everybody was, hustling
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Worrying about the cause, trembling
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So much that wanted the angels to stop crying
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Keep struggling we'll support you
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You're gonna make mistakes still support you
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When you make mistakes we'll be there for you
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Occasionally there would be one who come through
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Fused to the sky and became one so trueA¡¦
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[Chorus]
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I know it seemsA¡¦
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Like just a dreamA¡¦
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I try to reach but someone's got to believe
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Sometimes it seems
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So hard to seeA¡¦
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I know, I know someday we'll all be free
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Ser libre, libre, Someday
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Ser libre, libre, Someday
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Someday
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