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We really ain't walking\n\nDues, hustlers, pay, how much did it cost 'em?\nFind myself on the same corner that we lost 'em\nReal talking, in they ear like a Walkman\n\nThoughts spin around the corner to the world\nWhen I see them, I see my baby girl\n\nBelieve\n\nI believe in the light that shines and will never die (Believe)\nOh, I believe the fire burns, we stay alive\nThey will talk about us\nLike they talked about the kings before us (Yeah)\nThey will talk about us\n\nThe Lord lives among us, the young'uns hunger\nBecomes a means to get it by any ways necessary\nUnder pressure, children feeling lesser\nWith the steel up on the dresser, killing will aggress us\nDestiny's children, survivors, soldiers\n\nIn front of buildings, they eyes look older\nHard to see blessings in a violent culture\nFace against weapons, sirens, holsters\nThat ain't the way that Langston Hughes wrote us\n\nSoul controllers on the shoulders of Moses and Noah\nWe go from being Precious to Oprah\nCulture baited to overcome ever since we came overseas\nToday, in a way that you can see that we determined\nSolar keeps burning, shorties know to keep learning\nBlessings in our life are like stripes that we earning\nTook Gramps' advice that Christ is returning\nLike a thief in the night, I write the beacons of light\nFor those of us in dark alleys and parched valleys\n\nStreet hits spark rallies of the conscious, conquer us\nOf a contest that seems beyond us\nEven through the unseen I know that God watches\nFrom one king's dream he was able to Barack us\n\nThe prophets, nothing can stop us, uh\n\nI believe in the light that shines and will never die (Believe)\nOh, I believe the fire burns, we stay alive\nThey will talk about us\nLike they talked about the kings before us\nThey will talk about us\n\nI know, I know, I know our dreams won't turn to dust\nThey will talk about us\nI know, I know, I know our dreams won't turn to dust\nThey will talk about us\nI know, I know, I know our dreams won't turn to dust\nThey will talk about us","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] I believe in the light that shines and will never die\n[00:09.29] Oh, I believe the fire burns, we stay alive\n[00:17.31] They will talk about us\n[00:21.80] Like they talked about the kings before us\n[00:26.52] They will talk about us\n[00:27.79] These are the words of a believer, achiever, leader of the globe\n[00:30.56] Feed the souls of those in need\n[00:32.13] I bleed the blood of the struggle, walking over troubled puddles\n[00:35.14] Hustles in my chest, no hustle, no progress\n[00:37.35] Extremities of life in this process\n[00:39.20] Birth of a son, death of another\n[00:41.51] With love, I caress both mothers\n[00:43.24] And told them, who's in control is the one that's above us\n[00:46.10] I walk where money talks and love stutters\n[00:48.24] Body language of a nation going through changes\n[00:50.72] The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger\n[00:53.87] Anger gets sent through the chamber\n[00:55.31] It's tough when your own look like strangers\n[00:57.53] We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers\n[00:59.92] If he could, how would Ernie Barnes paint us?\n[01:02.13] Look at the picture, hard not to blame us\n[01:04.11] But time forgives in the Chi' where the young die often\n[01:07.45] Do they end up in a coffin because we haven't taught them?\n[01:10.18] Is it what we talking? 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