[Intro: stic.man]
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Saigon, stic.man, dead prezidents
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Blown away, could be any one of us
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[stic.man]
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I pour some water on the ground for the soldiers that's fallen
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Those who paid the ultimate price when they answer they callin
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To all the martyrs that we lost as a people in common
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You got blown away but you didn't go in vain
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True examples of change on the frontline of the battle
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Brothers like Bunchy Carter, suit up and rolled when it mattered
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Wasn't a hidden agenda, wasn't Maulana Karenga
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He got blown away, still unknown today
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John Lennon and Gandhi, both were proponents of peace
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Spiritual message they taught, millions of people they reached
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Suited devils amongst plotted the dark and the light
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Both got blown away so bearin this Glock is my right
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Is there a message encoded deep in the violent display?
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Renderin people afraid, keepin the movement at bay
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Go intel pro is a lie still to discourage the rise
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Leaders get blown away, the media covers our eyes
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Modern-day genocide, what hope is there for tomorrow?
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Whether it's vertical or the violence is horizontal
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I lost too many cousins but was it the bullets that took you?
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Or was it the, situations society put you?
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Though I rally for peace, still I carry my piece
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I keep it free of debris, I keep it oiled and greased
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They say it's freedom of speech but just watch what you say
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Before your face on a shirt, like "He got blown away" (uh)
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[Chorus: Saigon]
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I knew a rapper that just rhymed of his dope and his grind
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But heard a dead prez record that opened his mind
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You know what happened the second he pressed play? (what?)
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He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah)
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This other kid had never listened to S to the A (nah)
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So yesterday I gave him a couple records to play (yeah)
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He heard "Clap" and the shit that I did with Trey
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He got blown awayyyyyyy
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[Saigon]
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(Go 'head) I pour some Henny on the floor for every young boy
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murdered in Baltimore, Watts to Little Rock, Arkansas
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Philadelphia, D.C. to Chi-Town (Chi-Town)
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And every other ghetto where niggaz get shot down
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The drama's pitiful, little niggaz is homicidical
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We ignore the fact that all the crime is political
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When somebody's blown away, somebody's gone away
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Prison population inflatin, the shit grow e'ry day
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It's usually us, that's occupyin the Riker's bus
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It's more than us fightin just, this shit is a crisis cuz
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350 million guns in United States
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Y'all callin my music conscious, I'm callin it wide awake
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The ghettos that I escape, a lot of others succumb
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It's hard when your pops a crackhead, and your mother's a bum
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And you discovered the slums is not a place you should stay
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But the only way to leave there is for you to get blown away
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[Chorus]
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Blown Away Pt. 2
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| Saigon |
