[Chorus] See there's no way and there's no how I'd ever stop now, Imma die tryin', I'mma die trying And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on But I'mma keep on. I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin' (mmm..)
Before we came being southern wasn't something to claim That flag wasn't something to fly it was something to blame Smilin and chucklin and jivin I was so ashamed They did this dirty, apparently an appropriate name I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind Answering the call of god like a child obeying Preaching the very same power they killed Martin for saying But you can't break the mold in by holding your breath Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honorable death So sincere my eyes begin to swell up in tear And it's clear my music may not do well up in here Oh my god being a nigger must be a good payin job With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss There is a time and a place for everybody's taste But I know too much and I owe too much
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So here it is, an invitation to an open book A painful past-- my heart is still broken-- look! I know you don't hate me; it's not assured that anyone appreciate me See I've been having a hard time selling my albums lately In recent news the source couldn't find any microphones to rate me Using worlds like extreme and alternative to equate me Which is true, I'm in a box with a view, but you still want to gate me? I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldnt compare to a great me The final cross to bear is mine it's not a cross to share But isn't it ironic I still wanna borrow the cross to wear That obviously cost to wear but considerably less than the price that it costs to care Now I have another loss to spare I doubt em sayin that I can't win Even though I know talking intelligent just ain't in You most likely to go broke when you just can't bend So me and JJ both gon' have to pay again
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Listen People still standin in line at the World Party for some Soul Food To get put back in that old mood They say we like the new 'Lo and we respect everything that you trying to do 'Lo Do what you do but just do more that you know It's a catch 22 and I couldn't cry Now I'm under oath with them both and I couldn't lie Custom said that I'm too dope and I coudln't fly and you getting rich talkin shit so why shouldn't I? I'm just playing but I guess that couldn't go without saying I'm just gonna ride this evolution until they stop me where I'm stayin But I ain't gotta lie to ya to make it sound fly to ya I keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to ya