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| 2. |
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[Into] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it... But God, I know you have your reasons (Uh huh) [Verse 1] They said he's busy hold the line please Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read Who does the blind lead? Show me a sign please If everything is made in China, are we Chinese? And why do haters separate us like we siamese? Technology turning the planet into zombies Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies Cops yellin' stop, freeze Shoot him before he try to leave Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breath Endangered species And we runnin' out of trees If I could hold the world in the palm of these Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies Everybody checkin' for the new award nominee Wars and atrocities Look at all the poverty Ignoring the prophecies More beef than broccoli Corporate monopoly Weak world economy Stock market topplin' Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin Everybody out of it? [Hook] Well I've been thinkin' about And I've been breakin' it down Without an answer I know I'm thinking out loud But if you're lost and around Why do we suffer? Why do we suffer? (Uh huh) [Verse 2] Yeah... It's still me, one of your biggest fans I get off work Right back to work again I probably need to go ahead and have my head exam Look at how they got me on the Def Jam payment plan Well, I'm in the world of entertainment and Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans Harp strings, angel wings, and praying hands Lord, forgive me for my shortcomings For going on tour and ignoring the court summons All I'm trying to do is live life to the fullest They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image? And why is livin' life such a fight to the finish? For this high percentage When the sky's the limit A second is a minute, every hour's infinite [Outro] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it.
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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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[Dice Raw]
And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [Blu] Yo, so what you searching for? From birth Born hurting and yearning for certain somethings Lurking and murk them, got them turning this Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion Or more or less over what the past done passed us Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up Passing bucks like a casual blunt Granted, hustling habits on the stumble, the mansion While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit going down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedez, damn They see he's the bastard for chasing them Maybe, it's the patterns that make me that made me crazy [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [P.O.R.N.] Life is fiction, competition and contradiction Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure A girly pleasure, lonely language inside a letter It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it 'Fore it's recruited, then included inside the stupid It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it Then those who doubt it, do or die to death are cowards The world is yours, and the world we can't afford So ignore the law; start a fire, then start a war If you're sick and tired of your access denied Free will died long before Glydes and iPod [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, never leave you alone Never, never leave you alone) [Black Thought] Yo, it's too much strain, phenomenal gain I'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain Try'na numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with Contaminating family and close friends Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in The darker the covenant-slash-trainwreck for you to rubberneck You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that Hit me up at black.gov like the government Banana Republican, alien intelligence Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit The stone the builder refused, he need to build with Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick Via satellite, radio, the realness [Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio daze |
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| 4:34 |
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| 6. |
| 3:34 |
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Uh, uh
Uh, uh-huh Out in the streets where I grew up First thing they teach us--not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to care How I got over where the people come apart Don't nobody care about you; only thing you got is God Out here in these streets if you get down on your luck You can stand out with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck Out here in these streets every man is for himself They ain't helpin' no one else; it's a hazard to your health Livin' life in these cold streets Hey, who's worryin' 'bout you, babe When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets? Out in the streets where I grew up (how I got over) First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (how I got over) Someone has to care Yo, when you on the corner, it's too much drama Livin' with the police right behind ya It's always more than a slight reminder We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me if it ain't too much bother Whatever don't break me or make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lyin' and too much flyin' I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin' They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin' They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin' We uninspired, we un-admired And tired and sick of being sick and tired Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin' to live, so to live we dyin' You just like I am Out on the streets where I grew up (how I got over) First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (somebody, somewhere) Someone has to care Somebody's gotta care And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryin' to go nowhere Out here in these streets We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own Livin' life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find Are we runnin' out of time out here? Listen Hey, who's worryin' 'bout you, babe When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets? Out on the streets where I grew up (how I got over) First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (somebody, somewhere) Someone has to care [Chorus: x3] |
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| 0:42 |
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| 3:44 |
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| 9. |
| 3:36 |
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| 10. |
| 2:24 |
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[Chorus]
I keep it doin' it again Oh, I'm doin' it again Yes, I'm doin' it again I said it would end Uh, remix, rising up out of the flames like a Phoenix Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius Knowing I'm sowing seeds; let's see whose thumb is the greenest If I said it, I mean it; I did it because I need it Eat, sleep it, or bleed it, write it down and then read it Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk delete it I blast off then lay 'em out like a Tempur-Pedic It's Black Thought; for certain I'm a win eventually This unsung, underrated, under-appreciated The one them underachievers had underestimated Finally graduated, I'm one of the most hated Something that's so sacred; nobody gon' take it Face it, I keep doin' it well Doin' it sans assistance is do it yourself Doin' it below the radar, we doin' it stealth Doin' it again for Illadelph; yo, who else? We gon' do it again [Chorus] Yeah, hey yo, I'm on a job; see my eyes focused where the prize be Even though they tried to rob me and sabotage the spot Just like 'Pac when they got him in the lobby Try to tax, you'll find me like Ronald Isley I's a changed man--ain't no if, ands, or probablies Niggas used to know me--they don't even recognize me Yup, the P-5-D is who the repertoire be Doin' it again just like Poitier and Cosby I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney The difference is I give it everything inside me Dear diary, the fans still swear by me Even though I'm Late Night now like, "Here's Johnny" Swimming with them Great Whites now--that's where to find me Funny how it break right down, but never mind me Forever grimy, I guess it's just Philly shining Rock roller, bi-polar like Phyllis Hyman [Chorus] |
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| 3:41 |
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| 12. |
| 0:41 |
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| 13. |
| 2:46 |
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| 2:56 |
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