*featuring Rah Digga, Scarface
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[Wyclef]
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Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now
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He said, I was born a crack baby
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In a plastic bag in the alley
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Raised in a foster home
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With no mother to love and I never knew my papi
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Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
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Used to sing don't worry, be happy
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Lord how can I be happy
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When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
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[Wyclef]
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We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
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The only thing I fear is the after life
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Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
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But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
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[Wyclef]
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Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
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Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher
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The teacher let them know that it ain't all good
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Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now
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All you red now, all you blue now
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All you yellow now, follow me now
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To that place of righteousness
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Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
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[Wyclef]
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We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
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The only thing I fear is the after life
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Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
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But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
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[Wyclef]
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In my father's kingdom there are many mansions
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All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection
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I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham
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Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
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[Scarface]
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I've been kicked, I've been stabbed
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I've been shot, I've been ? by a
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Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
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It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
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Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back
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My mind playing tricks ?, to really ?
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Me out in five unless I take another hit
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I done seen the sun set on the other side of town
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Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down
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? ? ? but I know I'm born dying
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Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying
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For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while
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And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child
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While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan
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In this cold dark world with no patience
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We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing
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The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
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[Wyclef]
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We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
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The only thing I fear is the after life
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Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
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But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
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[Rah Digga]
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Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing
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The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation
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Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements
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No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements
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Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor
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Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh
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Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets
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Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it
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Metal detectors replace music classes
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Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses
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The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose
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Reality TV be reality for who
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I don't question what the Lord found in me
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I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries
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Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us
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Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us
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[Wyclef]
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We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die
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The only thing I fear is the after life
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Cos I don't know what's there on the other side
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But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
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Next Generation
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Wyclef Jean |