Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
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You know, sometimes in life,
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we try our best.
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But no matter how hard we try,
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things still go wrong.
But don't be discouraged.
If it's meant to happen,
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it's gonna happen.
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It's of a higher order, a higher design,
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a divine design.
Divine design,
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design's the rhyme.
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My brother standing on the corner,
straight stranded in time.
Kids' favorite
MC's making records
that perpetuate crime.
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Babies is having babies,
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stick up kids is going crazy
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Stray dogs is in the street,
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watch that one he got the rabies
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Had to knock this nigga out
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because he tried to play me
No phone in my home dawg,
what the fuck you looking at?
Shot came on her prison
and quickly we laxed
Black on blacks,
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got that nigga for his chain on the train
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The shots wasn't fatal but they
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damaged his brain
Cocaine numbed the pain like
Nova
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I'm a do it for
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Za di and now it's all over
Champagne wishes on a four -leaf clover
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Living up in the hood
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and pushing the
Range
Rover
Shorty bootylicious,
but you pay for her affection
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Pimpin' told her this,
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we'll get her up out of the 8th section
Nana in church, celebrating
Christ's resurrection
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Poogie shot too much dope, he got that
HIV infection
Cops serve and protect them,
for us it's no protection
Guns and drugs and unnatural selection
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I miss all this, brothers think it's still all good I guess they
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just caught up in the hood
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Divine design protects the blind
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The twin towers fallin' down,
another sign of the times
The masses embracing ideas
that confine the mind
Little girls think they grown ladies,
what have you done for me lately?
Alcoholics in the street,
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watch that one, I think he crazy
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Had to bust off my gun
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cause shorty tried to blaze me
Little kids on my block wildin' out
because they lack the fact
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Ray got 5 to 10 for selling
DT crack
The dope man stacks,
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don't hate the player, hate the game
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Feds harass drug dealers
while terrorists hijack planes
Maintain hard times, it's almost over
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In summer heat,
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make the streets explode like supernovas
Battle scars, tattooed street soldiers
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The pen make heathen
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men seek a law or
Jehovah
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Son's mad thugged out,
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prime candidate for correction
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Leaving seeds with no dad,
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he rocks no hats when he sexin'
When he get that life term,
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somebody test him
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Solitary confinement is too
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late for reflection
Cops serve and protect them,
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for us there's no protection
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Guns and drugs and unnatural selection
A missile list, brothers think it's still all good
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I guess they just caught up in the hood
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The way you rap has blown my mind
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The way you rap has
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blown my mind
Divine design assures that I shine
The truth a double -edged sword
that can sever your spine
My mental sprayed like a
map before I clap like a nine
The young black man's angry,
ain't no ifs, ands, and maybes
85s is in the street,
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runnin' round in mental slavery
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Got beef with the beast,
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he always tryna lace me
Popo all up in the hood like a gang,
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what the fuck is that?
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So -called crooks get shot in they back
Fake niggas react, but make they move
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Just for fame, from activist
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To politician, humane
The tongue, they speak when sober
Power drunk,
they wicked like the last day in
October
Snakes in the grass,
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here comes the lawnmower
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Pork chops, crack and piss
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What a terrible odor,
John's holly barn
Got the complexion for
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the connection
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Where I come from,
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youth grow up day to day with no direction
Cops serve and protect them,
There's no protection,
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guns and drugs
And unnatural selection, a missile
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Brothers think it's still all good,
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I guess they just caught up in the hood
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you
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