Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year
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We preoccupy self to find life's true meaning
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We indulge irrelevant contradiction
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Contradiction which steps up growth
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Live life each day like it could be your last
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[Verse One]
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Yo.. I'm from a place where some mothers sell they babies for crack
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Where young cats buy gats, shoot and never look back
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Where the whites live with the whites, and the blacks live with the blacks
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But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap
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I'm from Brooklyn, word to the Dodgers, Russian massages
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Where thugs bust guns, and sons are raised without they fathers
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We do away with has-beens, rock the latest fashion
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The rule's never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin
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Just some habits of highly effective MC's
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Y'all is pussy rap, my speech made you weak in the knees
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But talk's cheap, I'm straight from the streets
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I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE
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I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks
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I roam with God-bodies and crooks
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But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it
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Cause someone could take your life, be it my friends or my neighbors
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Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
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Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
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Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
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Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
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[Chorus: *sung*]
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We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
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We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
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We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
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We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
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[Verse Two]
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It's either me or you in this world cause I be tryin to cope
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I'm lookin for answers, but still I'm comin up broke
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They supply the (?) tops, smack, the guns and the coke
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Who shot Lennon and Malcolm X, one in his throat
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I'm an old soul that hold but probably young as the Pope
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Reincarnated as a prophet through a symbol of hope
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I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke
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Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke
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Buried my man at 18, the cancer took him in months
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He died before he lived, but once gone I felt touched
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My old earth followed in '91, 6 months apart
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Project stress, blackouts, and walks in the park
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People change, cause when I look back I feel strange
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Goin through old flicks, our days numbered, turnin the page
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I can't go back, we learn to live with hate and respect
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A tale from the heart prevail through the pain and regret
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Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
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Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
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Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
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Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
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[Chorus]
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{*singer ad libs to fade*}
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Say Goodbye To Yesterday
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Non Phixion |