| Kevin! |
| Michael… Lupe… Fiasco…
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| Hey, little girl, don’t cry, dry your eyes…
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| I wrote this song for you…
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| Now, it goes down…
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| Can you imagine every world? |
| Every boy, and every girl,
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| They’d all get the same things, They’d all get the same things,
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| A little dough, a lot of love, with a mom, and dad to hug,
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| They’d all get the same things…
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| By the year, the world is real, and it don’t matter how you feel,
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| Because, we don’t get the same things, we don’t get the same things,
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| You got to work to stay alive, for the hours, from 9 to 5,
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| We don’t get the same things…
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| All my gangster friends, and all my skater friends,
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| We all want the same thing, we all want the same thing,
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| DJ’s in the clubs, Jesus freaks, and thugs,
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| We all want the same thing…
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| And, I think about the way, all the politicians say,
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| Say they want to change things, say they want to change things,
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| Every year, they take some more, and I don’t know what it’s for,
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| Though, they never change things…
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| But, if you want to make it stop (stop), well, first, you got to start,
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| Making some big, old changes, doing some different things, yeah,
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| Get up out your bed, think outside your head,
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| And, you won’t get the same things…
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| All my gangster friends, and all my skater friends,
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| We all want the same thing, we all want the same thing,
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| DJ’s in the clubs, Jesus freaks, and thugs,
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| We all want the same thing…
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| All my ex-girlfriends, and all their new boyfriends,
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| They all want the same thing, they all want the same thing,
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| From Wall Street, to the hood, New York, and Hollywood,
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| We all want the same thing…
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| Yeah!
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| First empire to the people,
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| The have’s, and the have not’s,
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| Are we willing to give up all the hours, just to make it all equal?
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| And, make players out the mascots?
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| Because, right now, we don’t see you, like the Sasquatch,
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| Unless, the root of all evil, is what you have got,
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| You’re even more visible if your hair is lots,
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| If not banging from the beach, then banish you to the sand box,
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| With no lifeguard to come after you,
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| No amount, you don’t count, like Dracula,
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| Your body drown, like a Titanic passenger,
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| Or, a Haitian refugee trafficker,
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| They come, and get you off the island that you crashed into,
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| They take a yacht, and send the slave ship back for you,
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| Money matters, don’t let it master you,
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| Pressing on the answer, to they give you what you’re asking for,
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| It’s like that!
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| This is a message, to:
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| Remind, you, there’s, just, one, true, coast, love…
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| Take them to church, Kevin!
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| All my gangster friends, and all my skater friends,
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| We all want the same thing, we all want the same thing,
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| DJ’s in the clubs, Jesus freaks, and thugs,
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| We all want the same thing…
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| All my ex-girlfriends, and all their new boyfriends,
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| They all want the same thing, they all want the same thing,
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| From Wall Street, to the hood, New York, and Hollywood,
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| We all want the same thing… |