[Hook]
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On and on I know life goes
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I'm mourning the death of a Michael
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Not Jackson, but one missin' in action
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One who was shot over some fashion
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Who lost hope when his dad split
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Who caught AIDS from a self-proclaimed bad b*tch (watch yo mouth homie)
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My culture's goin' down, gather around, my culture's goin' down
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Watch it burn baby burn, my culture's goin' down
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Watch it burn baby burn, my culture's goin' down
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[Verse 1]
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Let's start the revolution while we're still young
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Industry hype well this is the real in for some
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Off the wall moonwalk no need for a drug
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I've been bad I'm just tryin' to find my other glove (yo talk to 'em)
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And play catch with the widow's son
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He tryin' to ball, I'm tryin' to tell him to own a club
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Young boy got himself a little lady bug
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They call em B's in the street, he's tryin' at catch a buzz
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My hood needs more fathers and less bachelors
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Introduce 'em to the Father - no more bastards
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Introduce 'em to manhood, let's see what that does
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If he's tryina reach the stars I'll call NASA (you better preach homie)
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But I'm no pastor - runaway slave who has now turned rapper
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College educated but no need for a master's
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Fall in love with this sound baby and we'll catch ya
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Hah, man Sho who are you dog? You come around here like this a zoo dog?
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You look the part, but what's really hood?
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We don't see you 'round here but ya talk is good
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[Hook]
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On and on I know life goes
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I'm mourning the death of a Michael
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Not Jackson, but one missin' in action
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One who was shot over some fashion
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Who lost hope when his dad split
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Who caught AIDS from a self-proclaimed bad b*tch (watch yo mouth homie)
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My culture's goin' down, gather around, my culture's goin' down
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Watch it burn baby burn my, culture's goin' down
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Watch it burn baby burn my, culture's goin' down
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[Verse 2]
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They may have heard about God but they think why bother
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They heard Hail Mary's but never knew our Fathers
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Have they heard of the love of Christ?
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Is heaven so far that it's out of sight? (what's up dog?)
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A son starts to cry, his father's found dead and I don't know why
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I can't really look him in his eyes
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It's hard to explain why his father really died (yo cuz we gotta go)
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Maybe pride, maybe lies, maybe over a girl who belonged to another guy
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She's a proud video vixen
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She ain't got jelly, she the whole dang kitchen
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Young boy's addicted, yeah them boys itchin'
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Old men hooked with a look got em fishin' (man, shorty bad)
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She promised me a hell of a night
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All I can think to myself is how Lucifer write
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Brothers in the club throwin' you some bucks
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How about these same brothers throwin' you some trust?
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Baby girl you mistake your own value
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You're only worth the value of the idol you bow down to
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[Hook]
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On and on I know life goes
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I'm mourning the death of a Michael
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Not Jackson, but one missin in action
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One who was shot over some fashion
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Who lost hope when his dad split
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Who caught AIDS from a self-proclaimed bad, bad
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My culture's goin' down, gather around, my culture's goin' down
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Gather around, my culture's goin' down
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Gather around, my culture's goin' down
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[Outro]
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Minute after minute
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Hour after hour
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Day after day we be lustin' for that power
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Politicians and thugs, intellectuals and cowards
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Will do anything to get their hands on some power
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I gotta get that power
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Gimme some of that power
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Need some of that power
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Can't live without that power
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I gotta get that power
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Gimme some of that power
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Need some of that power
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Can't live without that power
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Chapter 2: Michael
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Sho Baraka |