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[Intro, spoken: B Stille] Wise words being spoke Huh Y'all know what it is Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok [Verse One-B. Stille] Each day I listen what the streets say Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever being at peace for a reason Cause we ain't never being equal And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of evil Reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser It's brutal Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than human beings More so like aliens Touring the land of Europeans Seeming to have the tendency to think we ignorant Cause of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity though Still I pimp the industry hoe And even when I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor My life's a work in progress, soon to be end of the road But I don't stress cause I have been her before, you know [chorus] My life's a work in progress (and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor) My life's a work in progress (but I don't stress cause I have been here before) My life's a work in progress (and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor) My life's a work in progress (but I don't stress cause I have been here before) [Verse two-Ron Clutch] In life Every step you take Every right every left you make You can look at it like chess in a way Cause life is best when you take your time Don't make a move, unless you done made up your mind Play by the rules |
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