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[Hook: Faith Evans & (Saigon)]

We try our best to survive (we ain't runnin away)

And keep our heads to the sky (y'all never will lead us astray)

Kiss that stress and depression goodbye (chase all of our troubles away)

If we could just get it right (then everything, it should be okay)

Oh, okay...

[Verse 1: Saigon]

Do away with the clubs and the drug spots

Do away with the judge and the mugshots

Like we do away with the day when the sun drops

Clap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshots

Or hearin news about who got popped

By another black man or, if not, then a white cop

If I ain't there when it start, I'm there when the fight stop like ock

Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya

We gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each other

Money'll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his mother

How does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill?

Givin you somethin y'all can feel, are y'all for real?

Do away with all the Chinese restaurants

Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans

Clap your hands if you gettin up in some real estate