(feat. Mary J Blige)
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[Verse 1:]
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You can try to run the planet
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Or watch it on the news
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Somebody's getting shot
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The weathermans looking confused
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He's reporting to a nation full of zombies
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Strung out on Starbucks and bitching Abercrombie
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Don't get it mized up, me too I have insomni-a, at times but don't be walking around here blind, feeling all around trying to find a righteous path.
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It's a peelin when I rhyme so everytime I Hit the Bassist.
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You Know the commonfolk, blue collar, day to day workers that squeeze a dollar, so maybe they can swallow, a little, not a lot, just enough to fill that bottle
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But it's a million dollars a gallon for gas to get to work tomorrow.
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That's if you gotta get it, can't swim and carpool, you rob peter to pay paul to make due, make you wanna write a note and take a pistol to that bank too, then pass it on the teller
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But you know better
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[Chorus: Mary J Blige]
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They try to tell us to stay strong, but every day we losing jobs, from College Park down to Beverly Hills, Somethings Gonna Have to Give
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Across the world they live in fear but it's the same thing over here.
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If you can hear me on Capitol Hill, Somethings gonna have to give.
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[Verse 2:]
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The great debaters debate about whos the greatest MC's, subject matter don't matter because the verse is empty.
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No food for thought, nothing for the brain to digest, so I guess it be about who can jive talk the best, but I give them light like the traffic I direct, aspiring they life like they was actors on my set as if I was a politic, I'm higher than a tent, I'd be a liar if I wasn't sick and tired of this mess.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Mary J Blige]
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Single mother in the swallows and it's no fun, but you don't really understand until you are one, a childs sick and hes losing his endurance, she wanna fix him but she ain't got no insurance.
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Now we don't even wanna talk about the man's bite
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Out on parole with the promise that he'll do right, but a felon has no chance for a new start, so it's back to doing hand to hand on his own life, and blacknights were all the same, and I know you feel my pain, and the only hope I have that help me deal with the drama, is that maybe in November
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I'll be cheering for Obama.
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[Chorus]
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[Deep Voice:]
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The world is too big
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[Big Boi:]
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Free ya mind or be stuck like porcupine, left behind that's the bottom line, gotta find that grind because the time won't come back around, get it now!
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[Deep Voice:]
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The World is too big
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[Big Boi:]
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Step on the stars, while your reaching for the sun, but never burn a bridge, each one teach one
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If you lend a helping hand, you may never need one
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[Deep Voice:]
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The World is too big
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[Mary J Blige:]
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And I heard him say that every man, women, child was gonna be ok
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I heard him say that they would bring home our soldiers home in one piece today, hey!
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[Deep Voice:]
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The World is too big
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(Back to Mary J Blige)
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But it's not that way
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They been tellin us a dream
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Tellin us were on the same team
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Now We all gotta deal with the lies.
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[Chorus]
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Sumthin's Gotta Give
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| Big Boi |
