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(Lauryn Hill) |
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AhhhhhH! |
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Check the crippled man, sittin in the church |
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My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt |
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She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs |
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And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie |
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Hi/I check Jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop |
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He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp |
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His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks |
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He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep |
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Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden |
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So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem |
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But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me |
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So if I fall, could the choir catch me |
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I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan |
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Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom |
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So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous |
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Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict |
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Chorus: |
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Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem (3X) |
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They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers |
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keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty |
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Well aiyyo family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you |
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My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday |
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Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild |
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And teachers disliked me, cause I knew where my culture be |
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So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see |
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Rock it's kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry |
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White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey |
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built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked |
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D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet |
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The black to mourn, tomorrow's death |
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The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why? |
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Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it |
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Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me |
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see what's hard for me that don't make you flee |
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when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me |
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So yo I be wised up with Greek |
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To go and be, the last and good and see what's wrong with me |
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and through your insecurity of me and my ability |
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So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy |
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to tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my... |
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Chorus 2X |
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But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me |
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from a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby |
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Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse |
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Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source |
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*singing* |
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There we go, there we go, there we go |
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I got mine now won't you get yours, we never open doors |
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so we neglect, and don't protect the ones that's not |
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people never really seem to care |
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And then they cry out, "My people! Why aren't we treated equal?" |
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As we flee, we flee our own communities |
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We leave our family in poverty |
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And then we blame it on another, so family please recover |
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Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now |
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if you want to, we're through... |
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Chorus 4x |
