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Lately I've been in a life like limbo
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Looking out of a smudged up window
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We're not sure where our lives are going
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Friends, it's summer outside but yet we're snowed in
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Don't know where our next dollar's coming from
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Living the life of a poor musician
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Headliner's strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
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Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
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If it wasn't for the rhythm
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I think we would have given up by now
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This system has gotten the best of me
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Now I pray for God to invest in me
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My dignity, invest his glory
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Give me the strength so I can finnish the story
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Keep on searching for the right way to go out
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coz going out is what it's all about
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huh! You can't be passive, gotta be active
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Can't go with what looks attractive
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Gotta learn all I can while I'm able
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Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables
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When we get our chance
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to make a good living of the music we program
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We don't sell out just to be sold out
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Brothers and sisters, do you know what I'm yapping about ?
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Coz if they take away our contract
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we still got talent and we still got contacts
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Coz we're worked real hard to get this far
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We're catching the bus before we bought the car
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Ya see !
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[CHORUS:]
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[Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
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Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever] (2x)
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Got to get political
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Political I gotta get
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Grown but can't hold my own
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So this government needs to be overthrown
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Brothers with the AKs and the 9 MMs
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need to learn how to correctly shoot'em
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Save those rounds for a revolution
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Poor whites and blacks bumrushing the system
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But I tell you: Ain't no room for gangstaz
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Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
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Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
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Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own the coppers
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so you you want out of the ghetto
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First the political prisoners must be let go
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And you must let go of your power master
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You'll never get out without much discipline
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Raise your fist but also raise your children
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So when you die the movement moves on
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Coz with revolution, ain't no future in front o' y'all
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haha! Direct your anger, love
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Nothing's ever built on hate, instead love
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Love your life, tackle the government
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The spooks that break down the door are heaven sent
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and my phrase went...
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[CHORUS] (2x)
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Alright !
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Rhythm makes you move your body, rhythm makes you move your mind
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Rhythm makes your elbows groove, rhythm makes that behind move
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Rhythm makes the people move, rhythm makes you want to move
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Rhythm makes your mind soothe, next stop is Jerusalem
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Give A Man A Fish
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| Arrested Development |
