| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ahem
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Ah
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| American hypnotize
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| Been sad since about '09
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| Was scared of shit in my mind
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| Now I smile in my pics online
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| Isolation taught me patience 'bout the way to go
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| Had to learn my mama depression wasn’t my own
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| Had to feel the pressures of the pessimism
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| Tryna convince me that realism was a better vision
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| Never been accepted in the ghetto, but I’m on Division
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| And I’m living
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| Inability to be myself in a room full of niggas
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| Focused on hitting stains and getting bitches
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| I don’t speak, I’m silent as a mouse by my own house
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| With a bit of bitterness, worried about fitting in
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| And my uncle in the pen taught me how to be a man
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| But he failed to mention why he did what he did
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| Why my dad had to dip 'fore I learned how to tie my sneakers?
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| Why my mama boyfriend think he hiding the fact he sell reefer?
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| We was kids; |
| that ain’t mean we was stupid
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| First time I’d seen a gun, thinking if he’d shoot it
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| Shotgun in my mama mouth-«Please, don’t do it!»
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| She ran home naked and came right to us
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| And I go to school the next day like ain’t shit happen
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| Excelled in great grades, and they ain’t matter
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| Standardized tests, educate data
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| You love the hype shit, but they ain’t Saba
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| You ain’t seen addicts until my family
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| Granny lost her brother, her other brother, her daddy
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| You wonder why I don’t drink? |
| Wonder why I don’t smoke?
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| Wonder why I don’t live? |
| Wonder why I’m so grey?
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| Wonder, «What's a fun night?» |
| Waiting for the punchlines
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| Want the beat quantized? |
| You should play some other shit
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| Nigga, we was traumatized, you talking 'bout the government?
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| Had to get my ass whooped—fights how we settle it
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| I wish I didn’t have to be famous to be important
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| I used to wish that my parents could keep it cordial
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| I hated my life until I played the piano
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| They raided my best friend, he red-handed
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| Scene of this shit like a scene of a movie
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| Meanwhile, I’m the kid in the private schooling
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| Wearing my glasses, playing my computer
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| Drawing cartoons, was a straight-A student
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| On a scholarship, and I hated that
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| Left the hood; |
| somehow, I made it back
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| Back to life, back to reality
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| Will my life ever belong to me?
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| Hypothesize the definition of «free»
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| And realize this dream wasn’t meant to be
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| Hey, boss, how you doing? |
| It’s Pops. |
| Here’s my bucket list; |
| it’s pretty short.
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| I want us to go see Vatican City; |
| I wanna go see Mecca; |
| I wanna visit Israel;
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| I wanna visit Morocco; |
| I wanna see the Egyptian pyramids, the Mayan pyramids
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| in South America. |
| Most importantly, what I’m saying is that I want us to all do
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| this together. |
| I’m proud of you, man. |
| Peace
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| I too, am an American dreamer
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| I, too, dream of American freedom
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| I, too, sing an American plea
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| I, too, scream 'til liberty rings, and
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| I, too, am an American dreamer
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| I, too, dream of American freedom
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| I, too, sing an American plea
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| I, too, scream 'til liberty rings
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| I too, am an American dreamer
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| I, too, dream of American freedom
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| I, too, sing an American plea
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| I, too, scream 'til liberty rings, and
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| I too, am an American dreamer
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| I, too, dream of American freedom
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| I, too, sing an American plea
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| I, too, scream 'til liberty rings |