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I was brought up inna place in East London, by the name of Hackney

I would love to cross waters to the suburbs with the family

I was racially abused at the age of 12 at school

I wanted to report it to the head teacher, but in reality would have been made a fool

I like to hit things, so I decided to buy a baseball bat

I also brought myself a Chicago white sox hat

On route to training a police car pulled up on the side of the round

Said to me “they need to stop & search me” out this winter cold

I thought, is it because I’m wearing black, had a bat in my bag, or because I’m black

I refused to let them search me, I said “I have a bat because I play baseball

So they wrestled me to the ground like a raging pit-bull

One of the officers pulled my arm across my back, face down on the floor, I’m sure he broke my arm

I was thinking what kind of life is this with eye water (tears) coming down my eyes

Could barely move in the police car my hands tied back, felt paralyzed

You try to live good and peacefully

I feel the whole world against me, trying to kill me

While in the cell I was thinking and dreaming of playing for the white sox

While my family cheer me on in the director’s box

I got a caution as I was let of

It was time to put on my hat and glove

Forward 10 years later

I’m playing In front of a sell-out crowd, I feel even greater

We was on a 10 game winning streak going to the finals

We was playing against our rivals

I needed just one home run to beat the record

Imagine one time I was ignored

Believe we only needed one run to win the championship so I stepped up

First ball strike, second ball strike, but then hit a home run on the last ball to win the game and the championship

It was great sportsmanship

I accomplished something impossible

I became the greatest player to ever to step onto a baseball field

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I was brought up inna place in East London, by the name of Hackney

I would love to cross waters to the suburbs with the family

I was racially abused at the age of 12 at school

I wanted to report it to the head teacher, but in reality would have been made a fool

I like to hit things, so I decided to buy a baseball bat

I also brought myself a Chicago white sox hat

On route to training a police car pulled up on the side of the round

Said to me “they need to stop & search me” out this winter cold

I thought, is it because I’m wearing black, had a bat in my bag, or because I’m black

I refused to let them search me, I said “I have a bat because I play baseball

So they wrestled me to the ground like a raging pit-bull

One of the officers pulled my arm across my back, face down on the floor, I’m sure he broke my arm

I was thinking w...

Real

I’m real, I keep it real

I don’t sugar coat nothing, I keep it real

Conscious Rasta up in here, you know the deal

Keep it real, or keep it moving

Making real lyrics, as I need improving

Selassie I kept it real

Made Ethiopia solid like iron steel

People say they have a tight circle

But me I have a triangle

If you’re lucky a square, 4-man team

Certified dreams, wanna get the cream

Be careful a lot of people out here trying to scheme

If I was born in the 60’s, I would have rolled with the black panthers

Humble servants in their communities, would have showed me the right answers

When you’re at the bottom of volcano, they see you burn

But when you’re at the top of the mountain, then the tables turn

They don’t want to see a Rasta trod and prosper

But I’m a conquer like t...

Motivational

Motivate myself to be motivational

Love to travel the world, so inspirational

Respect to the people who’s made it out of the hood

People think I’m crazy, just want to see everyone live good

I hope one day all these artists make real conscious music

Stop talking foolishness, make your lyrics exclusive

Most out here tryna find employment, look a work

They don’t wanna give us nothing, some go berserk

They have the audacity to say we don’t wanna earn a living

I’ve had enough of their lies, sometimes I feel they can’t be forgiving

I say to myself, I’d love to go back to the days when we played as kids

Summer time, stayed out all day and night before we went back to the crib

Before we got portrayed as gangsters and convicts by the pigs

Sometimes the life we live I feel depressed

But I try not to worry, don&...

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