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(with John Legend, feat. Black Thought) [Black Thought] |
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My grandmother suits was tailor made, |
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Sundays Mahalia played |
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Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed |
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Willin, master forgive us, our trust pastors had us real afraid |
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I never listened yet |
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I still obeyed |
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I got to see how |
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Philly played at such an early age |
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What my father was into sent him to his early grave |
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Then moms started chasin that base, like |
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Willie Mays |
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My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40 days |
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Trouble was my ball and chain, shorties would call me names |
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Humble beginnings but a star is what it all became |
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My journey from a dirty hallway, to the |
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Hall of Fame |
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Music my therapeutic way to cope with all this pain |
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Was headed for the drain, soakin before the rainwater came |
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And chaos, into the order came |
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I started doin what |
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I'm 'sposed to do in life |
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Tryin to move out of the dark, and closer to the light |
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They say if you get a chance to do it, overdo it right |
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Tomorrow isn't promised every time, you say goodnight |
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Knahmtalkinabout? |
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Uhh, yo Story of a little ghetto boy, check it out [John Legend - overlapping BT's last two lines] |
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Yeah yeahhh |
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Little ghetto boy, ohhh |
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Playin in the ghetto street, ay-ayyyy! |
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What'chu gonna do when you grow up and have to face responsibility? |
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Yeah yeahhh |
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Will you spend your days and nights in a pool room? |
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Will you sell caps of madness, to the neighborhood little ghetto boy |
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You already know, how rough life could be |
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Hard to see, so much pain and misery |
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Yeahhhhhhh, yeahhhh |
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Little ghetto boy, yeah |
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Your daddy was blown away |
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Heyyyy yeahhh |
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He robbed that grocery store yeah |
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Don't you know that was a sad sad day? |
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Eyyyyy-yeah |
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All your young life you've seen such misery and pain |
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The world's a cruel place to live in, it ain't gonna change yeahh |
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You're so young, and you've got so far to goooooo |
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Don't think you'll reach your goal young man |
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Talkin 'bout the ghetto boy |
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Yeah yeah yeahhhh |
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Yeah, yeahhh little ghetto |
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BOYYYYY-OY |
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YYY When when you become a maaaaan, yeahhhh |
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You can make things change |
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Oh if you just take a stand, yeah yeahhhh |
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You've got to believe in yourself, in all that you doooo |
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You've got to fight to make it better, better |
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And you will see, that others will start believin too |
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Then my son, things will start to get better |
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Hey yeahhhh yeah "Everything has got to get better" - [repeat in background] |
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Ohhh Everything has got to get better |
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Yeahhh yeahhhhh yeah |
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Don't you know it's gonna get better |
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Heyyyyyy yeah yeah |
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Got to believe that everything yeahhhhh yeah yeah yeah |
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Whooahhh ho oahhh oahhh oahh |
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Whoa yeah |
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Whoah ho oahhh oh ohhhhhhh |
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OHHHHHHHH |
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YEAH YEAHH |
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HH YEAH, Y |
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EAHHHHH, little ghetto boy |
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Mmmmmm yeah yeahhhhhhhhh |