[Intro, spoken: B Stille]
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Wise words being spoke
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Huh
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Y'all know what it is
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Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok
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[Verse One-B. Stille]
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Each day I listen what the streets say
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Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples
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Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever being at peace for a reason
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Cause we ain't never being equal
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And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of evil
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Reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure
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Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer
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With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
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It's brutal
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Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than human beings
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More so like aliens
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Touring the land of Europeans
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Seeming to have the tendency to think we ignorant
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Cause of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity though
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Still I pimp the industry hoe
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And even when I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor
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My life's a work in progress, soon to be end of the road
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But I don't stress cause I have been her before, you know
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[chorus]
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My life's a work in progress
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(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
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My life's a work in progress
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(but I don't stress cause I have been here before)
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My life's a work in progress
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(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
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My life's a work in progress
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(but I don't stress cause I have been here before)
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[Verse two-Ron Clutch]
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In life
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Every step you take
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Every right every left you make
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You can look at it like chess in a way
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Cause life is best when you take your time
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Don't make a move, unless you done made up your mind
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Play by the rules, don't ever play the fool
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Sometimes you play and lose but you still pay your dues
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Come on
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Everybody knows the cost to be the boss
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Yea the price is kind of steep but sacrifice is never cheap
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I learned that life can be sweet and bitter at the same time
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It's the Ying verse the Yang, sorta like rain without shine
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Sometimes against the grain you grind gotta grit your teeth and bear it
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Matthew 5, verse 5 "The earth the meek shall inherit"
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Cherish the day before you perish away
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Cause who can say how many days your power last?
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It's like a crack in your hourglass
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In a flash, the hours pass
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Then you're gone
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[Chorus]
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[Verse three-Big V]
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Long life living (?) will bring you close you dying
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The more laughs one had will bring you close to crying
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Cold unforgiving planet, yea it is
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Racists, communicating those who wrong did
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I daydream back to the 80's when we was all kids
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A stab wound kidnapping (?) experience
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Though at the time not a glock would blow in da wind
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It's a good day in the hood to witness a stabbing
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Now stories told to us, without tragedy
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Seem like it involve bloodshed automatically
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If you ever get a chance, just stop and use your mind
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Observe the world for yourself and just check your time
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Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that's right
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([Scratched:] my life's a work in progress)
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Smoke something with your country people
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Drank something with your country people
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([Scratched:] my life's a work in progress)
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Thinking back in Junior high when sex was the shit
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Fein pussy now a day can get you killed quick
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'Bout shootin ball in now they 'bout getting licks
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I'm playin Nappy Roots just to hear the realest shit
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Expect it to the best of my know how and my rapping wit
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See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold streets
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Whatever you do, be smart, tote your heat
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Did I mention if you don't work you don't eat
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If you ever get a chance stop and use your mind
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Observe the world for yourself and check the time
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Yea, Smoke something with your country people
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[Chorus]
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Work In Progress
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Nappy Roots |