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're in
You've got your pen and notebook ready
I think it's about time, time for us to begin

And meanwhile we're over in a 52nd Street apartment
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
're in my hands)

Born to be with you
And no one can stop... 
Born to be with you (I've decided)
Born to be with you (you're in my hands)

Born
I passed you on a street in town today
And my heart ached in an old familiar way
I thought of things I'd like to say should I catch your eye
to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I was Born to reign
Point Blank
My name to be etched in stone
My
are

We got Main Street eyes
Watchin' as the big boys roll by
Under rotten television skies
We got Main Street eyes

I saw a kitten squashed in
can see it subtle in their eyes
The music of the traffic is a gentle symphony
'Long as you are by my side
You are superstar
You are star
You are
me
Won't you help me share my load
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road

Into this life we're born
Baby sometimes, sometimes
will call me by my real name
You must call me by my true name
Today
From this day forward
You will call me by my real name
You must call me by my
When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
mustache
And a red Cadillac
Now he's got you
And I've got two
Divorce lawyers on my back

Single again!
Back on the streets again
The old bars ain't
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
Some guys
I found a black beret on the street today
It was lying in the gutter all torn
There's a white flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys
of the street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were
we don't know why
And time seems to go by so fast
In the twinkling of an eye 

Let's enjoy it while we can
Won't you help me sing my song
From
will be to give you
This song which has flourished without panic
My personal revenge will be to show you
The kindness in the eyes of my people
Who have
I remember Grandpa telling me that I was born as the sun was comin' up early in the morn.
Told me I was born early in the morn.
[Chorus:]
When you
from? "I'm
British.
You're British, you were born in Britain.
Where is you, where? "Stepney"
Stepney. Nice, um, what are your favorite British pop
'em in the street
>From the fire roads to the interstate
Now Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some
'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some
the way my mind was poisoned
To believe that in america blacks are inferior
A weak mind and a body of swine
Only adds up to being deaf dumb and blind
are just scavengers
That's the way my mind was poisoned
To believe that in America blacks are inferior
A weak mind and a body of swine
Only adds up