verse1:
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ebony american heart torn in two
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whatching his soul disappear with no trace or clue
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a brother got lost livin' for the city
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takin dope from the man
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ain't nowhere to run when it's from uncle sam.
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chorus:
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paris1798430 my soul's in hiding
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that's where a brotha be hidin til he get his due
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paris1798430 my soul's in hiding
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gimme a call when we can live as large as you do.
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verse2:
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tears spill out in anger our black is now blue
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our blood can be spilled as well but it will not make the news unless we're
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taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done
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what else can you live by if you die by the gun? BANG
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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(spoken)
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so you know his mother will raise him you know like the best she can.
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and uh you know it could have been much easier you know if she had like another
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man. and uh it's kinda hard being happy you know livin on hopes and good luck
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and uh it's kinda hard having pride when you ain't got bucks.
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paris1798430
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my soul's in hiding
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my soul's in hiding
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oh my soul's in hiding
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when a baby cries, you know i envy his tears, so little does he know of the
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ignorance and fear that will divide us until we are willing to change, until
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the cup that we drink from is the very same.
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my soul will be hiding
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my soul will be hiding
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hiding (hinding), hiding
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paris1798430
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that's where a brotha be hidin til he get his due (yeah yeah yeah)
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paris1798430
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give me a call (gimme a call when we can live as large as you do)
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i will listen (paris1798430) i will listen
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(repeat til fades)
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Paris 1798430
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| Tevin Campbell |
