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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Caesar Frazier
Caesar Frazier
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Taylor Dow
Taylor Dow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Jared Robbins
Jared Robbins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Ric McRae
Ric McRae
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do, yeah Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a Jeep Black souls raw and they deep Hypes tryna talk with no teeth Shorties sayin' ball or retreat A lesson we all speak at one point or another Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin' We want decent homes So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs For the real people I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge They say the dope game is sour Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours Come to your crib and devour all that you work for Must be more than paper these niggaz hurt for Through the purple haze I circle days to rhyme that work for pays Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality Heard that it's drama at home Can a dude break free and still get honored at home I was told by a chief it's the games nature When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya It's real people Black men walking wit white girls on they arms I be mad at 'em as if I know they moms Told to go beyond the surface, a person's a person When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen The weary cursin' the sky Talkin' to themselves givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye I live across from it, some of it I do be in I be showin' niggaz lives Like UPN It's real people Yeah For you and yours Good music Forever Yeah Rock on We keep on Uh Yeah Yeah, yeah The real
Writer(s): Kanye Omari West, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Caesar J. Frazier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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