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    f/ Sean Lennon

    You try to get over your gonna go under

    You try to get over your gonna go under

    Literally it's 3030

    I don't got time to be wasting time on you slow pokes

    I want y'all to, get open, like the ocean

    Brothers be buggin like "He's from Oakland?"

    What? I'll whoop you insinuatin we ain't capable

    Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe

    A few out a thousand

    My town is foundin fathers of the black panthers we provide answers

    You don't wanna believe then y'all are some blind bastards

    They got you set up real good you're generalizing

    Industry rising while energies reclining

    Niggas think I'm whinin but I really don't give a shit

    Cause everybody's dyin but y'all think that's the end of it

    Thats why it's so easy to be a Benedict

    Or imitate cause they wouldn't teach ya algebra when you was eight

    Now you fourty-eight and you hate children

    Forgot where you came from now your straight illin

    Don't fight the feelin

    You better deal with it

    It don't matter what you do or say

    Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya

    Wanna compare your self to them

    Well guess what homeboy you don't match up

    I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just cuz you say it is

    Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain't you

    That's simply just the way it is

    Del: sing

    [Sean Lennon]

    Lookin up the sky is red

    City's burning up over head (flame on baby)

    We can make the best of it Del:(rock that)

    In this post apocolypse(right on)

    I'm on some real shit

    So real brothers feel this

    Cause we know reality is crazy

    Thats why nothin amaze me

    Look in the past

    You might have to go farther then the book in your class

    My niggas cookin some crack and moms gets the first hit

    Thats ok with you? thats ok with me

    I'm not here to judge the way you be

    I got my own ccomplications the governmen't shoeless rations

    Plantations is manlabor for 5 bucks for hourly intervels

    I get a G for that

    So believe what I spit to you is given back

    Don't think that I'm livin that dream

    When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream

    It's like I dream when I die I wake up

    I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up

    It's praise to the creator, relate to nature

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