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[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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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
(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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)