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letra de take a look around - kindred the family soul

[intro]
see the world done changed in so many ways

[verse 1: fatin]
times is hard on the boulevard
folks is bruised,battered and they scarred
cause them bills piling sky high
and there ain’t no answers to the question why
welfare don’t fare well
in my hood as if you can’t tell
oh what a shame that man can’t make bail
so he sit and rot inside the jail cell
baby mama got you stressed
working twice as hard just to make less
it’s a dangerous cycle but we still blessed
and i’m still determined to do my very best
they trying to blame mr.president
but it ain’t the fault of the government
when times was good how we overspent
and it came back to bite us in the -ss
but don’t be fooled by the facade cause its all a mere mirage but like charles the brothers in charge

[hook: kindred]
take a look around
said the world done changed in so many ways
from philly to la and even chi-town
but the gangsters,hustlers,fathers
brothers holding it down we gone work it somehow

[verse 2: bilal]
the world is a ghetto
children walking the streets alone
cause they got n0body home to raise em
and your moving out cause the cost of living is sky high
and you know we working on it but its no word from usa to africa
the whole world want change
and they looking to the government to blame
cause when you look into your pocket there’s a shame and your looking up
there’s a god up there somewhere
that sees what’s happening here
he sits high and looks low
and this gives me hope
but we got nowhere to go
it feels like n0body knows how hard it is
but take a look around

[hook]

[verse 3: bj the chicago kid]
this goes out to the brothers on the corner thinking they can do what they wanna (yeah)
you know the world ain’t what it seems just because you got a gun in the back of your jeans
every-time you get locked up penitentiary stocks go up
while your family sitting tore up you up state but them baby’s getting older but the crazy part about it all somebody getting paid every-time the bars hit the wall i pray that one day we wake up before our times is up because it would really be lost cause if we lose everything at all
black suit european cut with the the white shirt with the black skinny tie dressing like malcolm and martin you can’t be fly with an empty mind take a look around

[hook: repeat and adlib out]

- kindred the family soul

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