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Broke. Ain't got no money, dont know where to go. Just sittin' staring at the stereo. I think we better turn it UP,turn it UP ,turn it UP Loud. Cause

My baby's fixin' her face, doing her hair Runnin' red lights in her underwear She likes to step on the gas, put her foot to the floor Music to her ears

Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes

Like the crashing of a wave On the shores of consciousness We're alive and we're awake to the world And with the gift of love we're blessed 'Cause we

INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo, this is me (what's going on Kardinal?) Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right (uh huh) A crew man come

You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects

One, maybe not one Maybe you too Are wonderin' Wonderin' who Wonderful you Are wonderin' Child, child, child The child, the child Father of the sun Child

Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful legacy

Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin I can't tell where yours begins, I can't tell where mine ends Brown skin, up against my brown skin Need some