| The end… justifies the means
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| Two-two-two wrongs… make, a right
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| I-I should come first, in this nation
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| Yeah, yeah… yeah
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| I have so many questions, guessin' what life’s about
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| Usin' seven of my nine lives, figurin' out
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| I’m goin' through it day to day
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| Or should I say: maze to maze?
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| I know that jewels light the way, listen
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| There’s too many shades of grey, tryin' to stay, right
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| Peripheral vision, is seekin' out my sunlight
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| I know that love is love, and hate is hate
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| Twenty-seven years of tribulation marking my case
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| Yeah, I guess I’m stressing my case
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| There’s only one thing I’m promised in life
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| That’s my fate
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| Born to set the pace while I’m racin' the race
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| I know it’s hard work, that’s why I’m holdin' the ace
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| As I look to jump, up on that righteous path
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| I got angels on one shoulder, demons on the other half
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| A mirror face to face, surveying my landscape
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| All the while I be singing in space
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| Yeah, yeah… yeah
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| As we haze through the haze of enslavement
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| While the sweat’s beatin millions of feet pound on the pavement
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| I know it’s nine to five, or five to nine
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| Forget about the thoughts that I’m wastin' my time
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| Just use the tutelage, of your legendary fore-fathers
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| Cos right now, we now the struggle is ours
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| It’s not too complicated, just combinations of pulling our resources
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| Of our sisters and our brothers
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| Who be a alike, that’s a little insight
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| The strength be coming in numbers it’s like dynamite
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| No riddle right, spit it right, about some real life
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| And are we really rich, at peace and settled?
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| When everyday homeless people peddle for nickels
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| While Easy Mo Bee strikin' a chord
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| Of this hip-hop oracle, desires for life
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| And what? |
| You know what I’m coming to
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| It’s just my point of view
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| Yeah, yeah… yeah yeah yeah (reverbs)
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| And as we realise life, and what?
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| We gotta suck it in
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| And are we droppin' some knowledge, or are we frontin' an'?
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| Your course in life, no matter how you rub it in
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| There’s so many roads, either you strugglin' or bubblin'
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| I’ll tell you what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| You gotta readjust the means
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| Tell me what I mean
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| Sometimes you gotta work it out
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| Sometimes you gotta figure it out
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh oh |