| Once we have the knowledge of self as a people then we could be free
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| And no devil could ever enter the boundaries
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| I stand in the center around all these sounds I see
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| Blessin' Allah that I found the key
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| That’s how we be
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| We are by no means ashamed of our cultural background
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| Not a tad bit 'fraid of change
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| Look around, it’s the same ol' same ol' thang
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| (Hey, what’s goin' on man? How you doin', man?)
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| Ahh, you know, I can’t call it
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| Try to maintain, overlooking these boundaries
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| I gotta be righteous, I gotta be me
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| I gotta be conscious, I gotta be free
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| I gotta be able, I gotta attack
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| I gotta be stable, I gotta be black
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| Who is that surrounding me?
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| Enemy, enemy you crossed the wrong boundary, poof!
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| Wicked witness wizardry
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| Disappear from here and end up in a tree
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| Crossed the wrong boundary
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| Once we have the knowledge of self as a people then we could be free
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| And no devil could ever enter the boundaries
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| I stand in the center around all these sounds I see
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| Blessin' Allah that I found the key
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| That’s how we be
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| The sharp shooting wizard but not a Grand Dragon
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| A chop off the block but my pants ain’t saggin'
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| Got a strong ass grip but my name ain’t Money Grip
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| Liked Gladys better when she sang with The Pips
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| And when it comes to strength I’m surely of the stronger
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| And when it comes to death I pray my children live longer
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| Payback’s a bitch, that’s why I never borrow
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| If the push come to shove I’d do a stick-up tomorrow
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| With the group thing over and my flat top gone
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| I’m livin' kinda lovely, only Allah above me
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| Provin' that old time axiom — birds of a feather flock together
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| Know where I’m coming from?
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| I see, I saw, I’m the future, the past, I’m me, I’m y’all
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| I’m the enemy, friend, and the law
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| The beginner then end-all
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| The Final Call, the raw
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| The win, the loss, the draw
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| The summit, the peak, the wall, the downfall
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| The energizing uprising black nigga
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| The wise, the eyes, the dirt
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| The overall ball, the earth
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| And most importantly the birth of a new generation of blackness
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| And we’re forced to set our boundaries
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| Once we have the knowledge of self as a people then we could be free
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| And no devil could ever enter the boundaries
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| I stand in the center around all these sounds I see
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| Blessin' Allah that I found the key
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| That’s how we be
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| I gotta be righteous, I gotta be me
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| I gotta be conscious, I gotta be free
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| I gotta be able to counterattack
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| I gotta be stable I gotta be black
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| I gotta be open, gotta be me and
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| I gotta keep hopin' we’re gonna be free
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| Gotta be able to counterattack
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| Gotta be stable gotta be black |