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[Intro:] |
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Nobody say the sixteens can't be deep, right? |
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[Hook: x2] |
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Burning tree under the learning tree |
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Watching the words come to me |
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[Verse:] |
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I heard words is often in black and white |
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But if I have learned anything in life is that ain't right |
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And I might have the mind of a child |
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And the eyes of a blind man all in my style |
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Thinking they ain't judged me by my skin |
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Before the green backpack and smile |
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Damn, cause I was raised black and proud |
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I, too sing "America", sang that shit loud |
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Didn't see colors of ignorance until my own crowd |
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Was down with bangin' a crew since '98 and who |
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Ever making the kick, we come through |
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And rob the place, then outlines get traced |
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Black bodies and white chalk and none of it was for hate |
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Just green means more than anything these days |
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Infa-beams will gleam when people scheme |
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To bring down anything with wings |
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Crash it into a building and think about what it means |
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Cause ignorance is bliss and everything ain't what it seems |