Dear John
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Know this life has been filled with stress and pain
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If I could, I would take it all away
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All away
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I know you got to feel like your back is pinned against
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The wall most times
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But in those times, you remain open
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Closed minds will get you nowhere
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Got to move with no fare, so dear
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I salute you
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Knowing everything you've been through is just a journey
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Every man must take the key
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For some it's not to make the same mistakes
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And fall victim to the chaos the world creates
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In the heat of the moment
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You can mistake an ally for an opponent
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And wipe your own out
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What a waste, and an evasive hate
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You discover that it's too late
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What you wanna do?
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So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
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Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
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Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
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Even though it's getting harder
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What you wanna do?
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So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
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Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
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Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
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Even though it's getting harder
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What you wanna do?
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A letter to the better, to better the demonstration
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Situation got you wishin' for ventilation
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Can't a nigga breathe, trying to find what I believe?
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It's hard for a tree to grow when father figures leave
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Plus I got a seed and my baby mama need
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Smoke a little weed to keep my mind free
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Only God can judge me, so to him I plead
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Fifth in my hand, the myth of a man
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That I should know it all and I ain't supposed to fall
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Getting locked up and boxed up, protocol
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Writings on the wall, fighting for the cause
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Read a letter from the world and it said "It's yours"
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What you wanna do?
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So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
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Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
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Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
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Even though it's getting harder
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What you wanna do?
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So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
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Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
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Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
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Even though it's getting harder
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What you wanna do?
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Confused with those who say they have your back
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I feel your pain, I know you're under attack
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To be strong in all things in all ways,
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Just ain't real, so some stray
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Lives left in hallways, death's breath is in the air
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Let your thirstful life persevere
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Someone once said you were chosen
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Bus as you gotten older, doors are now closin'
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Karma comes around
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And all those silly things you did as a grown child
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Are wheelin' down in your direction
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But not all hope is lost
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Gather your thoughts for the second coming
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And I'm guessing you'll be stronger than you've ever been
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Ever
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What you wanna do?
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So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
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Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
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Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
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Even though it's getting harder
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What you wanna do?
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So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
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Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
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Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
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Even though it's getting harder
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What you wanna do?
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Dear John
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MC Lyte |