[Verse 1: Murs]
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Damn time¡¯s done changed these thugs do what they like
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Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife
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And still hit the block and slang rocks at night
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But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right
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Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say
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You don¡¯t have to sell drugs or make the NBA
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It¡¯s easy to get a grant and get an MBA
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To achieve one goal there¡¯s more than one way
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Young people on the whole, we have lost our way
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I don¡¯t care what it cost I¡¯m not impressed my nigga
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That throwback jersey is a dress my nigga
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I remember diamonds used to be girl¡¯s best friend
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Enslaving Black children with them third world gems
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I don¡¯t care about your rims, kids ride Big Wheels
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Up until they learn balance and it¡¯s obvious you haven¡¯t
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With way more ego than you have true talent
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[Verse 2: Murs]
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Any white boy who thinks he knows my struggle
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Cause he listens to Pac and his adrenaline doubles
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Now I ain¡¯t got problems with you being yourself
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But when you front and use the N word, it just don¡¯t help
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I might not trip, and your friends¡¯ll laugh at you
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But I know some real niggas that¡¯ll straight up slap you
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Now you could be down, but let¡¯s act growed up
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Cause we ain¡¯t the same color when police show up
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My culture¡¯s not a trend, being Black is not in
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But for you it¡¯s just a phase you¡¯re gonna have to transcend
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While even if I tried, I could never blend in
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To society¡¯s mainstream, American dream
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Yeah, it¡¯s all one love, but remember one thing
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This music is my life, not a cultural fling
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It¡¯s an expression of the soul when we dance and sing
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And you are blessed to have a chance to even glance the scene
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[Verse 3: Murs]
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Man I do the same music, they stop coming to shows
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It¡¯s like they scared of the white boys in the front row
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First I was like ¡°so?¡± I¡¯mma get my dough
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But the numbers kept falling as my fan base would grow
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And now I¡¯m concerned so I gotta speak up
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First the money was the only thing shutting me up
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But now I don¡¯t care, don¡¯t support me, get mad
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Why wouldn¡¯t you abort me, my own people have
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I feel I should have the scans white rappers have
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It¡¯s sad but that¡¯s the way it is
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What¡¯s the reason that my album doesn¡¯t sell like his?
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And don¡¯t front like you don¡¯t why the hell that is
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It¡¯s because he¡¯s white, you can relate to his face
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Through the years you¡¯ve been taught that Black is unsafe
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Plus it¡¯s only natural for your own to be embraced
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Conscious or subconscious you can¡¯t say that ain¡¯t the case
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Only reason it took so long to take place
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Was up until now your only choice was 3rd Bass
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Or others like Ice, wasn¡¯t really that tight
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Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic
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You relate to their stories cause you share that past
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Question is, why would you listen to MURS¡¯ Black ass?
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I asked myself for a while but now I finally get it
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Good music transcends all physical limits
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It¡¯s more than something that you hear, it¡¯s something that you feel
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When the author and experience and passion is real
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Used to feel I should be silent, I was scared to do this song
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But I want everyone aware of what is going on
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Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues
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And yes it is the exact same way they did rock
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But I refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip-hop
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I refuse to watch that bullshit
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And This is For¡¦
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| Murs |
