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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Keyboards
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Guitar
Grant Green
Grant Green
Sampled Artist
Mos Def
Mos Def
Sampled Artist
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Dan Seeff
Dan Seeff
Songwriter
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Songwriter
Charles Dumazer
Charles Dumazer
Songwriter
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Composer
Alan Bergman
Alan Bergman
Composer
Marilyn Bergman
Marilyn Bergman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C.Sick
C.Sick
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Will Wells
Will Wells
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sarah Tudzin
Sarah Tudzin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tyler Gordon
Tyler Gordon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
6ix
6ix
Producer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

I don't know what I'ma do I don't know where I'ma live 'Cause it feel like I ain't got nothing to give Just wanna follow my dreams Just wanna follow my heart But the world wanna tear me apart right from start Everything I ever wanted, it ain't what I thought Bring it back to the roots like my name Black Thought This shit right here, no it can't be taught Gotta be learned, it gotta be earned I ain't got a pocket full of money but I'm full of hope I don't wanna rob people, I don't wanna push dope I just wanna live, I just wanna maintain Like a bullet to the brain Gotta play the game like a chess board If yah wanna go to war, gotta bring yah best sword I feel like I'm going crazy, like I need a psych ward Think my mind playing tricks on me like a Geto Boy Feel like I need to murder 'em in the moment I deploy Everybody, anybody, somebody fill the void, somebody fill the void Listen, I don't wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5 Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed Livin in America, this shit is a facade But you gotta push through and persevere, word to God Tryna find a home, but I can't afford a home 'Cause I'm 25 and owe a hunnid grand in student loans Tryna get healthcare, but I'm on welfare Man I swear to god, I wish I was living in Bel Air Fuck Medicaid, I just wanna get paid Wit' a couple bad bitches at the crib, gettin' laid That's what I'm taught by the media Television tellin' my vision to get greedier Come now everybody stay tune like T-Pain Operate the drive in yah mind like a keychain Come now folk, get woke, stay woke 'Cause the white man want the black man stay broke Fuck that, I'm finna buck back But not wit bullets, I'ma use my education to the fullest I'ma get out of debt, I'ma reset I'ma get out of debt, I'ma reset Do whatever you gotta do whenever to live But you gotta remember to give back when you get that When you finally get to the top and you hit that pinnacle I ain't being cynical, I'm just being real I believe that everybody feel, everybody feel, listen up Everybody over here I promise to God on everything it ain't nothing to fear Anybody that can hear, just fight Fight for the right Fight for ya life Fight for what you believe is right Fight for what you believe is right Everybody fight Everybody fight Matter fact, everybody beautiful But right, what now I need Black people: to just fight, fight for ya right fight, for ya life Black people: just fight, fight for the right, fight for ya life Black people: are beautiful, incredible, amazing Black people: intelligent, so elegant, it's crazy Black people: sit back, just love, and adore Black people: one thing, that I, can be sure Black people: are beautiful, amazing, incredible Black people: are beautiful, amazing, incredible Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Come on, get up, everybody, everybody Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people Everybody, everybody Black people!
Writer(s): Alan Bergman, Charles Dumazer, Dan Seeff, Khalil Abdul-rahman, Marilyn Bergman, Quincy Jones, Sam Barsh, Sir Robert Bryson Hall Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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