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Why you wanna roll them Dice? |
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Don't you wanna see what Hope brings? |
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Careful before you wReck your life |
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See through my, telescope eyes |
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I can see the future, I |
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I can see the future |
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When a change gon' come? |
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When a change gon' come? |
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I'd like to share with your telescopes |
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[Verse One] [Reks] |
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Peace to my niggas livin' oh so hood |
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Rest in peace too early cause they know no good |
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I know shit ain't democratic in our demographic |
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The wars on outside, the streets tragic |
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Street's average, about a, kill in a minute |
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Don't need to see overseas death, we livin' in it |
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In tenement climates, violence or business |
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Jails higher the death tolls, cops hire to witness |
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Reason why so many kids is gettin' buried |
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They all carry same heat cops on beats carry |
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We don't need momma worried |
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Shit ain't necessary |
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We need new leaders, modern revolutionary |
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The revolution televised, should we be surprised? |
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Rather watch Flavor Of Love than realize |
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Pre-Armageddon happenin' right before our eyes |
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Technology disconnect me from outside |
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[Chorus] [Reks] |
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Why you wanna roll them Dice? |
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Don't you wanna see what Hope brings? |
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Careful before you wReck your life |
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See through my, telescope eyes |
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I can see the future, I |
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I can see the future |
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When a change gon' come? |
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When a change gon' come? |
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I'd like to share with your telescopes |
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[Verse Two] [John Hope] |
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I wipe the sweat off my dome, spit my phlegm on the beat |
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In the street |
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They fight cold wars with heat |
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Believe, the more drama, the more karma |
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It's not a myth, I was Hope before Obama |
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With the visions of a world where we educate the careless |
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I never lift weights but I raise awareness |
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I'm strong |
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My third eye see my first born quiver |
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Math class, harass when he first heard 'nigga' |
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I said, "It's not the first nor the last." |
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But bored in class, use your brain like a shotgun blast |
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And the impact will keep 'em intact when they provokin' 'em |
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I know it's in arms reach, society Utopian |
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Now how you like them apples, pears and oranges? |
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You didn't think that this nigga here from Providence could change the world |
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As I stand in the session |
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I'm not poor but I beg the questions |
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So answer |
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[Chorus] [Reks] |
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Why you wanna roll them Dice? |
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Don't you wanna see what Hope brings? |
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Careful before you wReck your life |
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See through my, telescope eyes |
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I can see the future, I |
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I can see the future |
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When a change gon' come? |
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When a change gon' come? |
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I'd like to share with your telescopes |
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[Verse Three] [Lucky Dice] |
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I can see through my telescope to right where you are |
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Hey, hey, hey you're a super superstar |
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Maybe if you believe that you are |
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Then you'll find that you'll go far |
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But you're young and you still wanna bug out |
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20 years later you'll find yourself strung out |
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Cause you made them bad choices |
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Them bad choices |
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They was just bad habits |
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Truthfully you could be the illest if you wanted to, that's my witness |
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But it's a future where nobody listens and so it stays distant |
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Gone and forgotten, but it could be different |
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To find a way to them brighter days |
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Use your mind it'll light the way |
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That's what I like to say |
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Too many youngins out there dyin' on a righteous day |
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Just tryin' to get they money right |
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[Chorus] [Reks] |
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Why you wanna roll them Dice? |
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Don't you wanna see what Hope brings? |
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Careful before you wReck your life |
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See through my, telescope eyes |
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I can see the future, I |
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I can see the future |
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When a change gon' come? |
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When a change gon' come? |
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I'd like to share with your telescopes |