| Do you, do I, do we ever stop to question why we do what we do?
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| For there are so many «Whys» on this quest for truth
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| But to see the truth never lies
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| And they say that family cannot hide
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| And the honest truth is that I see myself within you
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| So, I ask why the divides, whether it’s between shade or hue
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| Island pride, class, religion, where one resides
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| For these postcodes we’re ready to die
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| Die over bonds and ties that are not as strong as the bond that connects me to
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| you
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| I can relate to your struggle, I overstand the hustle
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| But, it’s the music that moves
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| These 16 bars are more powerful than a puller
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| We document the times and enlighten the confused
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| Unify to rhyme, the future is ours as long as it’s a future that we produce
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| Remember, we are still brothers whatever path we choose
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| We’re still brothers, so respect you
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| It’s what we do
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| (That's what we do)
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| I used to roll in a gang, thinkin' it would open hands
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| Got a grip on life lookin' at buiding plans
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| Gotta make a home for the fam
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| She wants to go out, she wants to roll with her man
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| She wants to hold his hands
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| Walked in a cinema, everyone knows who I am
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| You ain’t gotta queue up, fam
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| Back in the day I was lookin' at kreps, like:
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| (Wow, that’s too much P)
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| Now, my little brother walks in my room like:
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| (Wow, you got all that free?)
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| Shared my money with family 'cause they was there when I never had music, P
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| I’ve had girls that saw me and rolled and said: «Don't stop the music, P»
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| They already know
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| (That's what we do)
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| My occupation on the road
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| (That's what we do)
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| I’m comin' through the radio
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| (That's what we do)
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| Sittin' in the studio, yo
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| They already know
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| (That's what we do)
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| My occupation on the road
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| (That's what we do)
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| I’m comin' through the radio
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| (That's what we do)
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| Sittin' in the studio, yo |