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I do it because we need a balance in the years that we're facin'
A counter weight to the greed-bred Mtv and radio stations
I do it reppin’ the sons they took ta aid their wicked dreams
Ta give face back to the daughters they *** respect from in their sleep
This is deep but not done and as the gold climbs to the sun
The poor souls become potent and more in touch with the one
So when you can't find the truth in the man's smoke and mirror maze
Hear it in the conviction of our words when we say…
