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These are new days with old stories 
So let's wash the same denial in similar patterns
Because the emotions have become mere background noise
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old
toward the night

Why statues towering brave above the last defeat
Old word and lies repeat across the new made grave?
Why the same still birth that
names
[gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
Don't mean nothin changed
Across a new made grave

And why the same still birds
That victory always brought
These hours of glory bought
By men with mounds of earth

Dead ash
Pimp for what it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't right yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
what it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some s*** that ain't right yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all n****s
shreds
And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead
But I'd never curse their names

Oh, who am I to blame
I know I'd do the same
these sounds I see
Blessin' Allah that I found the key
That's how we be
 
We are by no means ashamed of our cultural background
Not a tad bit 'fraid
a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin
these sounds I see
Blessin' Allah that I found the key
That's how we be
 
We are by no means ashamed of our cultural background
Not a tad bit 'fraid
tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears.

They lived for a while in a
Very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years 
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears 
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck 
And the public
of those tattooed tears 
It's the same old story and the same old n**** stuck 
And the public defender ain't givin a f*** 

The fool must be sparkin
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
of their disguise
Still it's all confusion
And tears spring to my eyes
Though I've reached a signpost
It's really not the end
Like Old Sol behind
brand new work, 
same spirit by side, 
joining hearts and hand and ancestral twine, ancestral twine.

Many tribes of a modern kind, 
doing brand new
Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains
Trains 
I suppose that there's nothing
In this life remains the same
Everything is governed
By
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Welcome to the ghetto

Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
little did I know 
That I would be scarred 
I'm left all by myself 
For about a second or two 
You know, out with old 
You know, and in with the new
Welcome to the ghetto

Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets