Die Trying

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 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
 In fact wasn't something to fly it was something to blame
 Smilin and shuckin and jivin I was so ashamed
 They gave the dirty an apparently 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 honourable 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 they anyone appreciate me
 See i've been having a hard time selling my album's lately
 In recent news the source couldnt find any microphones to rate me
 Using words I could scream an alternative to equate me
 Which is true I'm in a box with a view would you still wanna date 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 woulda bought a 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 dare em say 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 bills
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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
 Cussed 'em said that I'm too dope and I coudln't fly
 But 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 gon ride this revolution 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
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