Tonalidad: F major
Verse 1
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Roots!
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Praise for the days when I
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couldn't get paid
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In the fix on the mix in the
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damn projects
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Cracks for the blacks but I
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couldn't sell that
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Even though blacks couldn't
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get jobs and shit
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Hit after hit from the Sugarhill Gang
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Hear a Pow Wow, hear a Big Bank Hank
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It was strange,
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I was broke but I still got the re cord
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Even though I was poor and
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about butt na ked
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Rats in my front room,
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roaches in the back
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Junkies in the alley running
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styles for the crack
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It was ill on the real,
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I be still bugging off it
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In the ways I will walk
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it so today I can talk it
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It's a shame how the games
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in the ghetto get played
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On the cracks they paid
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for the tricks they laid
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I'm afraid for the youth in this
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time we're living in
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Just about 13 on the scene
Gambling small- time,
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apologize nice
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I'm about to roll 10 7's for the
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crap I rolled twice
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Rough business,
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it's a rich mon time
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When you ain't got the loot,
you resort to the crime
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From the cess house, the youth house, the
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jail house, the Cult house
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Where I perfected these
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skills I be doggin
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Love to teach the facts but the
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brothers in the back
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Can't see what I'm saying
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cause the blunt smoke is foggin
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Still I proceed with de
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grees of the wisdom
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Cause this shit's thick, it kicks
and I know it
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Lickle do you know there's a God and so
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Born just like Christ in a damn ghetto
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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From ghetto to ghetto,
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from project to project
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Bookbag of lessons but I
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ain't have dough yet
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From knowledge to wisdom,
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from wisdom to see
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And understand me if you
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It's a god in the house,
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it's a god in the house
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And I'm godding it out,
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and I'm godding it out
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I've come a long way, the strong
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way, the wrong way, I lived it
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The right way, you might
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say, I got it, I'll give it
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But praise for the days when
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I used to be tramp
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And had to freeload of my
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Earth's food stamps
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Til I stopped, paused,
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start the pop's stores
It was ill on the real,
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but who's to die for us?
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Say that I rock my own community
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Ain't a damn thing owned by the
you or the me
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It's Koreans I be seeing on the
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neighborhood corners
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With the guns and the stores
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and love the ??? owners
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So beg my parton, peace Natasha Harton
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See I won't forget,
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I know for shit's starting
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From my way to LA, from JA to UK
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I am who I am, I say what I say
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I gots no time to love a slave
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trader
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Cause according to the constitution,
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they'll always hate us
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Play this, say this, and say it like I said it
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Cause a magazine edit can
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get your ass beheaded
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I'm thorough breaded,
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black slave dreaded
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The shit that y'all doing, I already did it!
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But lickle do you know
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there's a God and so
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Born just like Christ in a damn ghetto
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Interlude 2
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Verse 3
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Praise for the days when I used to be trife
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With a lack of understanding
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anything about life
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So thanks to Malcom, Martin,
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Father Allah talk the talk
that I'm starting
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Peace to Elijah,
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we can't forget about ya
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Teaching us how ta, get up out the
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Project complex caves
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Another damn rave
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for the damn ex- slave
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My ghetto noise ringing from a
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project hallway
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Don't want to hear my mom say "Blacks
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have come a long way"
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How can she see that when we
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haven't eaten all day
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Haven't had a job since the ending
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of the slave trade
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Then they give us church,
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attempt to try and ease this
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But I check it out,
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had to learn about Je sus
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Told em he was black and they
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called me a hater
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Then he's on the church wall,
yeah like a slave trader
Something real funny's going
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on boy I'll tell ya
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Send you up sell ya,
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free ya try to kill ya
Martin taught me much when he
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simply tried to love em
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Brother all about peace but the devils had to snuff him,
but
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Lickle do you know there's a God and so
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Born just like Christ in a
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Lickle do you know there's a God and so
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Born just like Christ in a damn ghetto
Outro 1
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