(They don't know)
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I got these kids in my face like
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Now that you found success, what does it taste like
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(They don't know)
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Honestly it doesn't taste ripe
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All of this strife doesn't justify the pay hike
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(They don't know)
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You really think you figured me out?
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I built this up from nothing in my tree house
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A kid from the sticks done good
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You should be proud but you continually doubt
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(They don't know)
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We've seen it all before
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The young, broke artist finally getting his reward
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And the fans he first had were the hardest of hardcore
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Now they want to say he's loosing touch with the art form
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(They don't know)
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They said he changed too much and the other half said he hasn't changed enough
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I'm doing me; all my bullshit growing as a man
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Take a walk in my shoes and I'm sure you'd understand
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[Chorus:]
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(They don't know)
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Use your mind we're all one of a kind man
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(They don't know)
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No they don't know nothing, but they gotta stay something
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(And they don't know) Why I write, what I'm doing with my life
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(And they don't know for they come and they go)
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[Mike Boyd:]
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You got some nerve
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Trying to sum me up with one word
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I know some people don't concur
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But its time to come out from that rock that you've been hiding under
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(They don't know)
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I'm from the land of hateful words and racial slurs
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Plus I love hip-hop so it makes it worse
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Wasn't sure how to take it at first
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Til I realized that the mistake was theirs
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I never changed my accent to be down with rap and
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Never started acting like I'd pop a cap in your asses
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I was just a hip-hop addict, that's all, that's it.
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It still makes me sick
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To see these racist hicks
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Droppin' N bombs like it's still the days of the slave ships
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That ignorance still leaves me in amazement
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I'm ashamed to share the same skin
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[White Mic:]
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(And they don't know) what it's like for Mike
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In my life, I thought I'd see my name in lights
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But (they don't' know) what this game is like
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Shot for the stars but I didn't aim it right
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I tried to stay in flight
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I crave the mic but I don't know what to say at times
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Day and night I sit and think about a way to rhyme
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With a wooden pencil that doesn't make a flame ignite
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(And they don't know) how it feels to fall
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When you got no plan B at all
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And when I'm seen on the scene people ask how is he involved?
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If I wasn't was I ever real dog?
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I don't need an album completed
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I just getting weeded and spitting
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And people peep it and listen
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And think that I need an opinion
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But if you got one, keep it, secret
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They Don't Know
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