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"Until We All Free, None of Us Free" is a track by Tha God Fahim, from the album Dollars “N” Sense, released 7th June 2019. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Uh Uh [Verse 1] I pass the time with blunts and beats Just tryna drop the poetry that touch the streets And until we all free, none of us free I'm your brother, why you wanna put that gun up to me? Guess the love goes sour, but together, it's more power We more alike than different, so how 'bout we grow flowers? We more alike than different, yo, don't let it go sour We more alike than different and together, it's more power When we gon' stop thе cycle of self-hate? Lost many brothеrs to the streets and that's no debate And if you comin' from the hood, sure you can relate Dwell in America, it's sharks in this fishtank Why we turnin' on each other? Can we get a break? It' so hard to show love, 'cause it's too many fakes Will we ever wake? Or will it be too late? I continue to keep the faith for my peoples' sake Can't ever stop believin' in a dream Take care of yourself and take care of your team A legacy of wealth The family here to help Champions carry belts, so be careful with yourself Let's get dough together, then we can blow the cheddar We all know better, we birds of the same feather What goes around comes around, so spread love Keep the peace, there's no need to shed blood Peace and happiness is where I'm tryna get to A real OG from the streets, the things I been through All the things I seen, gotta keep a strong mental Label me a king, speak the truth on any tempo I do it 'cause my people need it Plus these raps is payin' off, I think I found my meanin' I knew I had a reason You see this money game is somethin' like a doubles game I'm just tryna double up, they gon' know the name They wanna get close to peep my aura I'm grateful for the listeners, peace to my supporters The hate come 'fore success, I'm droppin' all quarters Supply to demand, I'm takin' all orders I got art to deal and we got deals to seal To whom I appeal? They gon' feel the real I give you sounds, hope it help you get by The voice of the people, open up your third eye [Outro] Colorful wording backed by no action You dig what I'm saying? [?] always been buyin' the 8-ball [?] Because niggas been sellin' drugs since the 80s When they was sellin' drugs when I was twelve, or thirteen, or fourteen... [?] was [?] with Jordans ...guess what? Reverend [?] was back, and niggas are still sellin' drugs for Jordans! Ain't nothin' changed You blew your chance! And this what they said in the 50s when they came [?] great society, right? And [?] put his neck on the line for melanated people to finally get a taste of what Americanism actually had to offer— They said, "Yo, you blew your chance! We don't have nothin' else to say to you niggas"
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