Here's a trick for the new folk Coming down the line being born in these heavy, these heavy times
I know it ain't perfect, but it don't out, too Just some words you inherit, it is up to you
You know it's up to you, yeah
There comes a time when you're gonna reap the truth So in long shit that you find out it's overflowing And all the words that they saying man, they don't mean nothing
There comes a time when you're gonna find what you were made of Kiss your mother, there's nothing that the baby full of And all the while, yes, the world, it keeps on turning
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