I just keep moving on... (moving on...)
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I just keep moving on... (moving on...)
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Time and time, a brother asks why
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The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch
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I said "Simply because I don't live that way
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Still kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"
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"But that won't sell,
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cause you gotta keep it real
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so that we can feel
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where you're coming from
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Because these streets is ill so if you ain't
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killing niggas in rhymes
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your whole sound's just bubble gum"
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I said "I won't contribute to genocide;
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I'd rather try to cultivate the inner side
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and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mind
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The devil and his army never been a friend of mine"
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"But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother
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Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out
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"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential (walks ?)
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Of our kids' heads
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Shallow days, you never wanna
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Let a brother be a brother
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Fully inner to the outer
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Caught up in all them hollow nights
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Can't escape cause everywhere that I look
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People front, and it just ain't right
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[repeat]
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I said "Don't you know the powers that be
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are using people as pawns, devouring we
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until they see us all gone and outta the scene"
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And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at where I be,
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I tried to get a job for real,
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but all the homies (hit licks?) and rob and steal
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and keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch ground
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this way's in, plus who could you trust?"
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I said "I'm all about protecting mine,
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but neglecting minds for getting left behind.
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Why don't you change your environment?"
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He said "This is all I know,
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plus my fam's all that I got, I can't go"
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I said "You gotta make it for the fams"
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"Damn," he said "I didn't make the ghetto,
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The ghetto made the man"
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I said "You're more than just that,"
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Shook his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a way
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To break the devil's master plan, peace"
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Shallow days, you never wanna
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Let a brother be a brother
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Fully inner to the outer
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Caught up in all them hollow nights
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Can't escape cause everywhere that I look
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People front, and it just ain't right
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[repeat]
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The word "peace" is just an expression
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Used to say bye when it's time to jet
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And them red black and green medallions
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Was all just part of the trend, I guess
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Hardly ever them around brothers' necks no more
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Instead of that gold (gats ?)
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Inspiring gangstas and macks
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Who at the young age of four
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Be seeing more drama than war veterans
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Instead of learning God's laws
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And hip-hop is ((all the ways ?) till we enlist that ??)
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To express how we be feeling about this and that
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But music does reflect life
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And kids look up to what you're portraying
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And mimic what you act like
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It's time for a new day
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An era in rap, conscious styles,
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Makin' them aware of the happenings
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But their ears seem more steered towards
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Self-annihilation so then they might laugh
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And write this off, like I'm out here just
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Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal,
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Something they just can't feel, while they yell
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"murder murder murder, kill kill kill"
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I just keep movin' on (moving on...)
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I just keep movin' on (moving on...)
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Shallow days / hollow nights
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[repeat]
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Shallow Days
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| Blackalicious |
