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Intro (spoken):
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People,
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The world today is in a very difficult situation,
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And we all know it,
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Because we're the ones who created it.
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Chorus:
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What's wrong with our future? (4x)
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Verse One:
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Bust this
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How long will this last?
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A friend to the end, a memory in the past
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You think you're big, cause you walk with a shotgun
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I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
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Why don't you get yourself a job?
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When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
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Look at your mother, teardrops
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She just received a phone-call from the cops
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"Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife
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Shot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife.", or
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Take a look at your mother's heart torn
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She just received a phone-call from the morgue
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"Your son is dead from three shots to the head.
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The killer left a note and this is what the note said:
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"Never be bigger than you are.
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Never try to pose like you're a superstar
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Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the death-wish.
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When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss."
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Is this how you wanna be
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Dead on the street or locked in a penetentiary?
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It's cool to be free
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And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me
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Look at you, 15 years old
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Coolin on the corner with a can of Old Gold
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Whatever happened to school?
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Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be cool
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To sport sneakers that you took from somebody
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To talk about the kid that you bucked at some party
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Life is a gamble, and you're losin
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Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin
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Left from right, right from wrong
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Or you'll be singin that old blues song
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(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
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Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
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You ain't soft, cause you didn't buck a shot
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Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got
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Old Johnny Walker from around the block
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Was livin' rather large 'till he got knocked
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He had "Livin' Large" on his Jeep plates
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"Livin' Large" on his real estate
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He even bought a diamond "Livin' Large" name plate
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He used to look at cops and smile in their face
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Drive a BMW and pump the bass
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One day, he made a move for a friend
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The f-r-iend, the voice said, "Yo, I need ten.", Johnny said, "When?"
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Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally plays
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To do a favour for a chum
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You see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are none
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Cause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meet
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All he found was a police-infested street
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I guess havin a friend is rough
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Cause now Johnny's up north, doin push-ups, gettin buffed
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You see this chain I've got, I've got it, honestly
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You see the clothes I wear, I've got it, honestly
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You see the Jeep I drive, I've got it, honestly
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I work hard, it ain't easy being me
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Never had an excuse for life
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Just did what I did, now what I do, I do it right
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"Jumbo, Jumbo", they cry on the block.
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5.0, 5.0, lay low, here comes the cops
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Man, your lifestyle is petro
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On your knees again, because Jumbo said so
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"Free Mandela", you cried
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But you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outside
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Martin Luther King had a dream (ooh yeah)
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That's exactly what turned his dream into a nightmare
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Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary."
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He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody
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Maybe if we were still slaves, we'll be closer; however
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Pickin cotton was bad, but we picked it together
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I pray for you, and you pray for me
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Sincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy D
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Repeat chorus to end
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Letter to the Future
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| Heavy D |
