[Hook: Faith Evans & (Saigon)]
We try our best to survive (we ain't runnin away)
And keep our heads to the sky (y'all never will lead us astray)
Kiss that stress and depression goodbye (chase all of our troubles away)
If we could just get it right (then everything, it should be okay)
Oh, okay...
[Verse 1: Saigon]
Do away with the clubs and the drug spots
Do away with the judge and the mugshots
Like we do away with the day when the sun drops
Clap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshots
Or hearin news about who got popped
By another black man or, if not, then a white cop
If I ain't there when it start, I'm there when the fight stop like ock
Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya
We gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each other
Money'll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his mother
How does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill?
Givin you somethin y'all can feel, are y'all for real?
Do away with all the Chinese restaurants
Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans
Clap your hands if you gettin up in some real estate
Buy the crib, ma—the Benz with the wheels could wait
I 'member I used to instigate
Now I'm the one breakin up the fight makin sure that tension's straight
But let a nigga get the heart to push me
I'll snuff the biggest nigga with him, show him that his partner pussy
You ain't got to be soft to be for peace
I'm like the Martin Luther King that'll knock out some teeth
Now I'mma flip it and shift it, give it prolific
Case niggas just get it twisted, forget that I'm so gifted
Do away with the jails and the group homes
Like we did away with the shells and the two-tone
Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit
Cause we don't just make songs, we make statements
We try our best to survive (we ain't runnin away)
And keep our heads to the sky (y'all never will lead us astray)
Kiss that stress and depression goodbye (chase all of our troubles away)
If we could just get it right (then everything, it should be okay)
Oh, okay...
[Verse 1: Saigon]
Do away with the clubs and the drug spots
Do away with the judge and the mugshots
Like we do away with the day when the sun drops
Clap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshots
Or hearin news about who got popped
By another black man or, if not, then a white cop
If I ain't there when it start, I'm there when the fight stop like ock
Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya
We gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each other
Money'll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his mother
How does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill?
Givin you somethin y'all can feel, are y'all for real?
Do away with all the Chinese restaurants
Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans
Clap your hands if you gettin up in some real estate
Buy the crib, ma—the Benz with the wheels could wait
I 'member I used to instigate
Now I'm the one breakin up the fight makin sure that tension's straight
But let a nigga get the heart to push me
I'll snuff the biggest nigga with him, show him that his partner pussy
You ain't got to be soft to be for peace
I'm like the Martin Luther King that'll knock out some teeth
Now I'mma flip it and shift it, give it prolific
Case niggas just get it twisted, forget that I'm so gifted
Do away with the jails and the group homes
Like we did away with the shells and the two-tone
Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit
Cause we don't just make songs, we make statements
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