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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 

verse 1: Meek Mill 
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Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up 
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Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner 
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White man kill a black man, they never report us 
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Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up 
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Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut 
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Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop 
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Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you 
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Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you 
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Them kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet 
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That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that 
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They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back 
G#m 
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped 
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Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse 
G#m 
Damn, they don't understand 
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Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan 
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Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand 
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OGs never told us nothin' in advance 
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Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said 
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Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said 
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You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed 
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Praying five times a day, prostration on his head 
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Screamin' isha Lord that he don't make it to the feds 
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Caught up in the system, visit from his sister 
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Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even with him 
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Said they would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em 
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Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures 
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Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches 
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Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a witness 
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Dismantle my business, just telling my story 
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All guns, no glory, been going on before me 
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We slaves in the '40s, still slaves in the present 
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No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents 
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Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate 
N.C. 
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson 
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Grew up with the goons, now he need protection 
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He dropped outta school, then he got arrested 
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Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson 
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They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected 
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They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in 
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Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted 
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He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas just rumble 
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They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you 

verse 2: The-Dream 
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Young black American, (na na) 
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Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na) 
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Fall to the paradigm, (na na) 
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Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na) 
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The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church 
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My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts 
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It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of town 
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Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls 
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost 
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Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code 
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The destruction, the hate 
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The obstruction of my faith 
N.C. 
My prayers, my faith 
Will never be the same 

 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America 
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Young black America