[Verse 1 - Fashawn]
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Came out today, 1988
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Pops was out to skate
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Momma said she was late
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Even with his absence I had to adjust
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With the madness grew up
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A little quicker than your average
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Let me taste cause I ain't had none
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A young black kid
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Brainwashed by rap and rock
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VCRs, I had the Magnivox
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High school, we had the campus locked
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Non grad, sad to drop out but
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We needed something to believe in
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We're living for the weekend
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Teacher said we wouldn't be shit
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Not bad for some heathens
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[Hook]
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Thanks for the lack of faith
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In judging what I do
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This generation
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Ain't nothing I can say
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What can I tell to you
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This generation
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[Verse 2: MURS & Fashawn]
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They say we ain't playing with a full deck
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They let us down, why they upset
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[Fashawn]
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Nothing but the naked truth, I feel undressed
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21 gun salute for young vets
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[MURS]
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Rodney King did what he had to
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Now these white girls get to date black dudes
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[Fashawn]
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Shorty's into rosaries and rap feuds
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Young niggas with snapbacks and tattoos
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[MURS]
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We fast forward, sell a lot of kush
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If you rap dude, getting hella push
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[Fashawn]
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Missed the Reagan era, but we got Bush
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Talking 'bout the same spot that Barack took
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[MURS]
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My generation on some other shit
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Getting faded while we waiting on the mothership
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[Fashawn]
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And not dependent on the government
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To teach this generation how to love again
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[Hook]
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Thanks for the lack of faith
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In judging what I do
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This generation
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Ain't nothing I can say
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What can I tell to you
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This generation
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[Verse 3]
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We used to read guns and ammo
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Crack cocaine left the hood in shambles
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On the streets of Linwood
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Gang bang insane, the gang was in hood
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Paroo, crib
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Don't ever let your Jerry curl drip
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When the winters don't end
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When the homie's big brother just shot his best friend
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Get it right through the chest
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At the school, at the crib, playing Russian roulette
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And you wonder why we do what we do for the set
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Any given moment homie, you could be next
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It's what we do for respect
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Cause this generation got a noose on its neck
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We let it all hang out
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Society wouldn't let us in so we banged out
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[Hook]
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Thanks for the lack of faith
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In judging what I do
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This generation
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Ain't nothing I can say
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What can I tell to you
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This generation
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This Generation
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| Murs and Fashawn |
