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[Shelly Thunder]
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Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us
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Although them again we will never never never trust
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Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
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Them not know what them do
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Big out to yi while I'm stickin like glue
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Fling, skin, grin while them plotting for you, true!
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[singing]
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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(Me nah tellin them no more)
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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(Be real, them not a clue!)
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Beware the false motives of others
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Be careful of those who pretend to be brothers
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And you never suppose it's those who are closest to you
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To you
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They say all the right things, to gain their position
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Then use your kindness as their ammunition
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to shoot you down in the name of amibition, they do
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Ohhh
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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[rapping]
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Why every Indian wanna be the chief?
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Feed a man 'til he full and he still want beef
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Give me grief, try to tief off my piece
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Why for you to increase, I must decrease?
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If I treat you kindly, does it mean that I'm weak?
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You hear me speak and think I won't take it to the streets
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I know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek
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But I try to keep it civilized like Menelik
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and other African czars, observing stars with war scars
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Get yours in this capitalistic system
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So many caught or got bought you can't list them
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How you gonna idolize the missing?
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To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition
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even when they comin, gunnin I stand position
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L's known the mission since conception
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Let's free the people from deception
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If you looking for the answers then you gotta ask the questions
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And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto
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Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto
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Why black people always be the ones to settle?
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March through these streets like Soweto, uhh
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[singing]
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Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus
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Jesus and Judus, backstabbers do this
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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It took me a little while to discover
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Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers
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Men who lack conscience will even lie to themselves, to themselves
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A friend once said, and I found to be true
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that everyday people, they lie to God too
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So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you?
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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(Forgive dem, forgive dem)
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Forgive them father for they know not what they do
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(Forgive dem, forgive dem)
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[Shelly Thunder]
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Gwan like dem love while dem rip you to shreds
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Trample pon yuh heart and lef yuh fi dead
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Dem a-yuh friend who yuh depen pon from way back when
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but if you, gi dem yuh back dem yuh mus meet yuh end
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Dem not know what dem do do
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Dem not know what dem do do
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Dem not know, dem not know, dem not know, dem not know
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Dem not know what dem do do
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(Forgive them father, forgive them father...)
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Forgive Them Father
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Lauryn Hill |