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(Hispanic Woman) |
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What the world needs is true expression |
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From the soul and the heart |
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What the world needs is you and me |
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What the world needs is the universe and love |
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Please remain seated |
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(Slimkid3) |
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People walk with the eyes of a child |
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And a smile so innocent and a heart so militant |
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Brain's got an ill intent so be intense |
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Some friends at the margin |
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Making summer streams harden |
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All these bulls shitting |
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Trying to milk me by the carton |
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But, uh, excuse me sir, I begs your pardon |
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Can't you see how low the hole has gotten? |
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Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it |
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Dying, still we're relying on who? |
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In this case I face the grace |
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Of my unseen God |
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Even the taste of what's seemingly odd |
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Relieving what stress I manifested |
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From the weight of the world on my chest |
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Feeling restless, ready to hurt someone |
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But a hurt that size never eased the eyes |
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To no one, it's no fun |
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Selfless shades of living |
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Got to feel each day that's given |
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(Chorus 2X: Slimkid3/Woman) |
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Now what the world needs is a love |
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That's sweeter than the melodies |
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That makes you go around and round and round |
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(Imani/Citizen Strange) |
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In too many situations I'm finding more complications |
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Than childirth but this my earth and I'm a |
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Conscious creature of creation |
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Here/hear with my imagination |
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Living for my son, dying for my son |
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Walking into the Sun, each one teach one |
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And it's love that completes the mission |
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And adds to everything that you thought was missing |
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Listen, you got to keep your mind, body and soul in check |
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In this land of no respect, where it's all about the cheque |
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I'm looking for a better day |
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Thinking that there's got to be a better way |
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Ask Tre, when I'm challenged |
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I use my talents to balance |
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And to rise like helium |
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Using love to find that happy medium |
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Forget that hostility |
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Cause with love there's always a possibility |
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(Chorus) |
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(Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) |
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Attempts at convincing me |
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To downplay another man's form of expression |
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That's not what I'm here to do |
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I fear it too but the future is now |
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And how can I make a song |
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That makes the world sing songs of love |
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And peace |
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When everyday's a fight with hate and the beast |
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On what seems like unfair grounds |
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Everybody I know is loading up rounds |
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For protection, well being and safety |
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Which is capitalised |
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Watching out for niggas fantasizing that they're Tupac |
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With only two cents, way too tense |
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Looking to prove and convince |
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That they're big balling |
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But their neighbours was calling |
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Now they're hauling that ass out to Chino |
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Got a girl with the bambino on the way |
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Due like a library textbook |
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Writing letters, praying to God |
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That my son is not the next crook |
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Sent out to join Poppa |
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Wish life was like a soap opera |
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With the happy ending |
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But you know love is always recommending |
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(Chorus) |
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(Scott Wilson) |
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Do we believe that we're civilized, sophisticated or advanced |
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So quick to draw blood if given a chance |
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We dance with the Devil and romance with his rage |
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With a curse on our mind our prayers seem vague |
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The plague that sweeps across the garden is fear |
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Scared of our questions for the days that come near |
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So we stand guard over our bag of fool's gold |
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Never bowing our heads for the souls that we sold |
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And it's cold for the heart that stays towards itself |
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And only feels love for the abundance of wealth |
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But you can't pay your way through the gates of paradise |
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And you can't camouflage your grief from God's eyes |
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But lucky for us the Creator sees clear |
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With visions of times when we shed few tears |
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When our smiles have stretched from ear to ear |
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All the steps that we've travelled from year to year |
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And he loves who we are deep down inside |
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Forgives all the hatred, the greed and the pride |
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It's the same kind of love that could keep us afloat |
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When we all realise we need the same boat |
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With our hands interlocked we could carry the Sun |
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And bring forth the light where the damage was done |
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So let's do the raindance and water the seeds |
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And pray that the harvest brings what we all need |
