Many rivers to cross
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You ain't got to ask me what I do this for
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But I can't seem to find my way over
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I do this for my city
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Constantly on the come up,
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Constantly on the come up
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But I always get this feeling and it's constantly on my stomach
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I learned to always follow my instinct,
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When you come from where I come from
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They try to make a nigga feel like King Kong in the concrete jungle
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Damn, cause they don't teach niggaz how to deal with anger
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Nah, they only teach niggaz there ain't nothin' real but danger
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Politics will not swing in our favor
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Cause all of us are rappers or entertainers
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But I still woke up and said, "Young nigga, get it"
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Cause this is your life you can choose how you live it
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Are we just lost in the city of madness?
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Or do the powers that be just lack human compassion?
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I don't know
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And they don't want you to speak the truth, man
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See when you speak the truth they like to make you feel crazy
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But you ain't crazy, don't let them lie to you
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Whoever you are, you out there
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Keep doing you, man, fuck the haters
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Let them hate, let them hate
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Yeah!
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You only get one life, you know?
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And this life ain't in my control
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When you talk about politics, it's a rod for a lightning bolt
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Tell me how do you fight a war when the price is for your soul?
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When you gambling with your life,
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That's a hell of a pair of dice to roll
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They say, "Bobby Ray where you went? All you talk about is whips"
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I say you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it take a sip
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Yeah, everybody got their own two pennies
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But what does that mean if it don't make sense?
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I see the crowd, their hands up high
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But what does that mean? What do they get?
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At the end of the day what I get paid and they go home what do they think?
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How can we ever be free if policies don't ever change?
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Are we just lost in the city of madness?
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Or do the powers that be just lack human compassion?
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I don't know
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You don't know, sometimes it feels like it's just against the world, man
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Who really got our best interests, man?
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Don't, don't, don't let them take your soul, man
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Don't, don't, don't let them take your soul,
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Don't take your soul
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Many rivers to cross
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You ain't got to ask me what I do this for
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But I can't seem to find my way over
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No Genre
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People ask me what No Genre means
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You know, I once did a mixtape called No Genre
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I didn't realize that no genre man, like it really described my career
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People started, like, gravitating toward No Genre and,
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You know, I was like, "Fuck it, let's do a part two"
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It really can't be defined by any genre, so
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Fuck it man, No Genre
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Many Rivers
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B.O.B. |