[Chorus: Jill Scott]
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The little rain drops fallin´ down on me
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But I can´t seem to feel it, feel it
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Feel it coming over me
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[Will Smith]
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The rain gon´ come through the window,
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pain will come
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Black, white, rich, poor,
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it´s the same old drum
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Rainy days like the war,
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use wisdom as a weapon
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Hold your head up,
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dry your clothes and keep steppin´
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Let the children feel the rain,
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´cause if they feel the rain
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From the wetness, they stand to gain
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I came into the game,
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it felt like the middle of June
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Music was warm, artists,
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like flowers, they bloom
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Then boom, I shook the room,
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many felt the thunder
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My time to shine,
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did it like summer
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I wondered if the sun
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would shine forever
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Pops said "rain gon´ come",
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to him I said "never"
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Chedder in the genes,
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face on screens
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Got a benz wit´ the sheen,
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but what did it all mean
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I earned money and burned money,
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credit cards smokin´
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Platinumn, grammys, famous,
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but still broke and
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Not having cash
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put me in check
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Yo, the road to the riches is
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slippery when wet
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Amongst the fall
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is where you truly find yourself
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Ever since then,
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the rain I never felt
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Deal wit´ it
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[Chorus]
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The little rain drops fallin´ down on me
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But I can´t seem to feel it, feel it
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Feel it coming over me
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[Will Smith]
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At age seventeen,
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the worst pain, a hurrcaine
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Her first name still conjuers the rain
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Vowed to never let nobody ever get me wet
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Lest we forget,
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love is a four season concept
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Many say the rain they can´t stand
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Never let the weather
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determine the man
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God has a plan,
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from it I never ran
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Follow my heart through the storm,
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my umbrella in hand
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I´m Noah, life´s my arc
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forty days and forty nights,
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still can´t take my heart
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Seen the fallen man
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To dope and liquor brands
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The devil´ll dance to make it rain
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Bringing the pain
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Walk through the
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puddles of struggle on flooded streets
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Soakin´ wet,
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but mastered the art of peace
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Through grey skies, I grew wise,
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on bended knees I knelt Since then,
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the rain I never felt What´s wit´ it
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[Chorus]
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The little rain drops fallin´ down on me
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But I can´t seem to feel it, feel it
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Feel it coming over me
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[Will Smith]
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Sometimes I sit in my room,
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stuff on my mind
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Stress, can´t rest,
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so I open the blinds
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See kids in the streets, runnin´ around
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It wasn´t touchin´ ´em,
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but the rain was comin´ down
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I wondered how, with my mouth wide
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Reminisce of the key,
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said I wanna go outside
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In the rain, to see
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if the same would happen to me
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´Bout that time,
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God started rappin´ to me
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He said "pain is the mother of change,
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the rain must flow
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So the seeds of joy might grow
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Don´t be afraid, find shelter in me
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The road to greatness,
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through the valley of adversity"
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I felt the light as He proceeded to drop the gem
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These little children,
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the world we must receive like them
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I just smiled,
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and thanked Him for the cards He delt
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And since then,
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the rain I never felt
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What´s wit´ it
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[Chorus]
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The little rain drops fallin´ down on me
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But I can´t seem to feel it, feel it
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Feel it coming over me
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The Rain (Feat. Will Smith)
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| Jill Scott |
