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Yo, it's a black thingYo, it's a white thingIf we talk this teachWe say the wrong thingBlackness is blackknessWhiteness is whitenessDespite this whyWe have to fight between usNothing to discussOn the back of the busBut a cold stareAvoiding contactOblivious to othersThis is the social contractLack of sensitivityLack of sinsibilityLack of the notionFor better compatibilityI don't fron tnothingI am what I amI do what I canI nod or I shake your handFor a greetingThat's the common and pleasingAll right, my man,Yeah, it's that easyYeah, it's that easyAs easy as pieThat shit goes on foreverSo make a conscious tryTo improve, nothing to loseBut a free ride onSome old newsYour pop says, your ma saysBut their values could be old newsNot knowing the truthBlaming their troublesSome problems in the jungleOn certain racesAnd facesBut I say yo sitJust becauseThey're differentYou didn't lose your job toSome immigrantYou lost employmentFrom corporate exploitmentPacking up to cash out onMexico's mintStint your visionStunt your growthIt ain't a land to boast about'cause it raised youLeft you in a daze ofThe vision contrtSacrificing many for theRich man's comfortThe clouding, the cover-ups,The myths, andThe scandalsThese are the onesThat destroyed americaSo don't you see hysteriaI remove with incisionPinpointing factsPinpoint precisionIt ain't your faultOr mine on the back of the trolleyWe're just people livingTrying to find qualityNot cold and windyYes cool and breezyAll right, my brotherYeah, it's that easyYo, you and me used to run ball in the leagueWe ran the championship teamThe best they had seenBut so much to talk aboutNow that we've grownWe've been in different scenesOf a different actAnd in the fact we sold outTo the social contractMeaning we don't hangAnd even worse than thatI heard your boysFought my boysWith baseball batsAnd bats lead to axAnd ax lead to gunAnd gun lead to mothersLosing their sonsI live how I liveI ain't asking you to try itThe problem's too bigTo fit me to buy itThe weight is too heavyThe length is too longSlowing down the everybody get alongIf the teachers were to teachWould you listen to the senseiGoodnight my brotherYeah, it's that easy

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