| Stop the jealousy
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| We’ve gotta stop the envy
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| All my brothers and my sisters
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| We’ll turn this thing around
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| My father died when I was ten
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| But mother never spent much time with him
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| Papa was a rollin' stone
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| He left eight girls and three boys
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| Mama said, «Just trust in the Lord
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| And follow His Golden Rule»
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| Now I’m a professional
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| The girls are all doing wonderful
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| We fought our way from poverty
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| Bought mom a house on the hill
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| So she could have a better place to live
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| Pay back for the life she’s given me
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| Some people in the neighborhood
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| Say now we think we’re too good
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| 'Cause we found a better way
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| They say that we sold out
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| From the ghetto we got out
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| Why, people, do you treat us this way?
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| We’re just like
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| Crabs in a barrel, yes, we’re the same
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| You try to get out, they pull you back again
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| Like crabs in a barrel, hear what I say
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| It’s dog-eat-dog
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| We gotta know how to play the game
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| There’s a child prodigy, gifted from infancy
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| Greatness was his destiny, hey
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| He studied hard, played no ball
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| At seven years played Carnegie Hall
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| Broadway and overseas
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| He read about black history
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| Find out from which he came to be
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| Not long ago his people were set free
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| And every night he would pray
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| Thank God for another day
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| And for bringing us out of misery
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| Some people in the neighborhood
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| Say now we think he’s too good
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| And he’s young, gifted and black
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| They say that we sold out
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| From the ghetto he got out
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| Why, people, do you treat him this way?
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| We’re just like
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| Crabs in a barrel, yes, we’re the same
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| You try to get out, they pull you back again
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| Like crabs in a barrel, hear what I say
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| Ah, it’s dog-eat-dog
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| Gotta know how to play the game
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| Like crabs in a barrel, we’re the same now
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| You try to get out, they pull you back again
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| Like crabs in a barrel, hear what I say
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| Well, it’s dog-eat-dog
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| You gotta know how to play the game
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| Crabs in a barrel, yes, we’re the same
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| You try to get out, they pull you back again
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| Like crabs in a barrel, you hear what I say
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| Well, it’s dog-eat-dog
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| You gotta know how to play the game
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| Like crabs in a barrel, whoo!
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| We’re just like crabs in a barrel
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| Whoo!
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| Crabs in a barrel, yes, we’re the same
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| Try to get out
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| All of my brothers, they gave me the ghetto
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| All of the love that we need to be loved |