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von Duo Live

I was told they ain′t gonna understand this man
They told me you wasn't gonna get it
You was gonna think it was about hoes, clothes and bank rolls
Come on now
It′s Duo Live, Color Money
This is socio-economic food

Yo, you're due for the present condition
A black family in due for a heavy commission
A fat salary, they owe me
My resume read I taught the babies how to read
You owe me the money, show me the money
I built this, the bridges, the buildings
The only reason y'all billing
Cause Free gave you masonry


And you misled my children, corrupted my teachings
Now you hating me, ghetto I′m reaching
They put their faith in me, I won′t fail 'em
Cause all y′all wanna do is jail 'em
My fate is to bang, they hate when we sing
Especially when we reminisce on when we was king

Remember this grain I evidence made
I′m writing this as I go along, I've been enslaved
I′m fighting this as I go along, I'm getting brave
I'm now, full aware of the chains that I wear
Strange, I gotta make change in order to make change

In the name of the master
My veins pump blood, change is what I′m after
Not talking dollars and cents
Not talking pounds and pence to feed our families
We stuck in these streets chasing euros and annies
In the name of the master
My veins pump blood, change is what I′m after

Not talking dollars and cents
Not talking pounds and pence to feed our families
We stuck in these streets chasing euros and annies
We need change

The teachings of the Lord


Reach them on a chord with the speakers
I'm fresh as new sneakers, I look like Jesus
Sheer genius when I speak about us young blacks enterprising
We hotter than the rising Phoenix
We ball like the Suns
We from the land of burnt faces
And we all like the suns

Africa unite
I′ve been working all day and all night
I'm talking low pay grunt work
I deserve more, I′m worth more
Than your Federal Reserve notes
Observe quotes of freedom

Sent to build a nation

Sent to build a nation

It's spent in the communities where
The people have been underdeveloped
And impoverished

Honest, when it boils to the dollars

The upper hand it rests with the other man
So support your brother man
Stop acting like God ain′t black
I love my folk I'm giving thanks for every yard they stack
It's time for change

In the name of the master
My veins pump blood, change is what I′m after
Not talking dollars and cents
Not talking pounds and pence to feed our families
We stuck in these streets chasing euros and annies
In the name of the master
My veins pump blood, change is what I′m after

Not talking dollars and cents
Not talking pounds and pence to feed our families
We stuck in these streets chasing euros and annies
We need change