[Nick Cannon:]
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All jokes is savage, it lies your eyes every time I smile
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While, as a child at the core, gotta spit these pearls to my unborn
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Poems 'till they get into this world!
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Show 'em how to fit into this world
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Knowing unless you're gonna make a difference you ain't shit in this world
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Excuse my language, damn, I guess I'm just anxious!
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Man, it take away all the suffering, pain, hatred and anguish!
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This place is dangerous, we're entertainers,
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But so many of our angels have fallen and walk with Satan,
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But don't be too religious, cause that's just a business.
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I hate to say this, but it is what it is...
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Ya al just can't live what we live,
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Is gonna be individuals, be negative.
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They gonna hate your skin tone, hate your income
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Hate your homes and even hate on your mom.
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Hate on me for making this song.
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But you are not alone...
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[Sade:]
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There is a woman in Somalia
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Scraping for pearls on the roadside
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There's a force stronger than nature
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Keeps her will alive
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That's how she's dying
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She's dying to survive
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Don't know what she's made of
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I would like to be that brave!
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She cries to the Heaven above
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There is a stone in my heart,
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She lives a life she didn't choose
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And it hurts like brand-new shoes!
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Hurts like brand-new shoes!
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[Nick Cannon:]
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Ya'll are covered by the father,
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And your mother's one of the greats,
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And when I meet you in person I'm gonna say this to your face.
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My daughter, be careful! But my son, go harder in the pain,
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... no chaser, but only tasted the moderation!
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I ain't never drink, but this is a celebration,
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So I'm toasting with potions that keep endorphins open.
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Lord knows I'm hopin' that you embrace my mistakes
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That I have yet to make,
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And I thank you beforehand as I accept your grace.
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Your hands I can't wait to cast my pearls among saints.
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[Sade:]
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There is a woman in Somalia
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The sun gives her no mercy
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The same sky we lay under
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Burns her to the bone
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Long as afternoon shadows
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It's gonna take her to get home
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Each grain carefully wrapped up
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Pearls for her little girl.
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Hallelujah
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Hallelujah
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She cries to the heaven above
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There is a stone in my heart
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She lives a life she didn't choose
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And it hurts like brand-new shoes.
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Pearls
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| Nick Cannon |
