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exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
to let
People know it's OK, or better
If you don't fit
Into the program use your imagination – if
Some geek from Ohio can become something
Why can't anyone
Meek seems wary
("Usually when you run into some dudes you
Don't know in a back lot, it's
About something, " he will tell me later)
But they reveal
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
pick me up
He said at three, at ten meeting shorty, something he picking up
James ain't got no kids or no wifey so he don't give a fuck
James remember
something
Any other day I would have kept to myself
However, that soft emotional openness that Molly gives you, gave me the confidence, to yell over the music
are far from equality
That's right! I think I need a place to be me
And that's um...
T-O-K-Y-O, the best and...
T-O-K-Y-O, it's different from the rest
"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"
It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River
quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What
bleed
Don't get scared now
Don't get scared now
These hollows give me wings if i up on this bitch he gone bleed
Dress up like james bound,
And then
I live
And I tell 'em that I'm suppose to give what I'm suppose to give
So believe what you wanna believe that's fine
But I love and I love
And I'm
explained soon
From inside the coat, Jim took something tied in a paper
He threw it upon the table
I want you to understand me, Della, he said
Nothing like
gotta love me
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me
Gotta love it
[Chorus: Rick James, (Backup singers)]
(Talkin' 'bout
history far too often elides
And then I'm done
The year was nineteen-eighty-one
But before I tell you where I'm from and what I miss, follow me
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
to steal your light, you know what I'm sayin'?
Look within-side yourself, for peace
Give thanks, live life and release
You dig me? You got me?
to steal your light, you know what I'm sayin'?
Look within-side yourself, for peace
Give thanks, live life and release
You dig me? You got me?
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
make of a young man working faithfully
Real is something that these niggas can't take from me
Call it what you want, but I know what it is
But you
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
you black, whether you white
I don't give a fuck nigga show me something real
Niggas out here dropping for no reason
Getting worser by the season tryna
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
Show you what’s real give you something to feel
All the homies know the deal, mami what’s the deal!?
This be that raw, be that uncut, that purified real
And number three last but not least give me peace
And I show you the world most girls ain't lucky to see
Jon be
What if I show you the finer things
La
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