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Its really real
when I feel the way that I do right now
I see all my brothers underground pushing up daisies
Man, it amazes me that you cant see where you gonna be
A statistic everybodys gon coballistic
If you had a good day damn, I must have missed it
Cause you man of the Universe
Going to hell with everybody else
Cause you want your own first
I got the urge to let you in on a little secret
Cause you keep dying if I keep it, all the keeling
That youre feeling, its from within
For the copper check the color of your skin
Why lie? I couldnt try even if I had to
Born with the bullet-proof vest when I had you
A black woman trying to get through to the few
so you can lead the next crew 

5 oclock in the morning where you gonna be
Outside on the corner
You better get yourself together
While youre wasting all your time
Right along with your mind 

Why should I do right and suffer
I rather do wrong making that loopy and that hustler
instead of hot-dogs Im eating porks up in their smother
And got a gang of loot up in the safe up in my covers
On top of all that I push big fat Lex
and got my hoes that in golf course just in case I feel
Like flexing so I Mozex, for real though, who are you
See, Im a big man 

Yeah, you you know, youse a big man
Check it
I went for twelve years to school and never could read
A knowledge of my hood is something
That they can never teach me
I never started to step but I kept up with the Johnses
Having rollers... girls knew it, flox to it
Im around my old way, yeah, they still wants to do it
Its not about the clothes that you got on your back
but the money in your pocket and if youre down like that
Come on 

5 oclock in the morning where you gonna be
Outside on the corner
You better get yourself together
While youre wasting all your time
Right along with your mind 

Wella, Mr. Black Man, tell me where youre heading
The last few years, I watched while you were shading
Pounds and pounds on growth of population
Soon we wont be able to have a strong black nation
A shoot here, a stabbing there nowhere to stop
Cause now youre dying from the dose of the crack rock
Im just a Nubian Queen that needs a king
To stand strong and try to press on
Its not a white mans finger on the trigger
Car-jacks, drive-bys callin each other nigga
Im not here to scold but rather shapinnmoldin
Young black mind that wont live to grow old
Cause youre fronting smoking on the blunt and
Down with your friends
Cause you think youre making ends but youre not
And thats the truth of the matter
Your brother gettin skinny
Cause you want your pockets fatter 

5 oclock in the morning where you gonna be
Outside on the corner
You better get yourself together
While youre wasting all your time
Right along with your mind