Awwww....
  Mmmmm, awww..
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  All my life been po'
  But it really don't matter no mo'
  And they wonder why we act this way
  Nappy Boys gon' be okay
  All my life been po'
  But it really don't matter no mo'
  And they wonder why we act this way
  Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay
    [Big V]
  We came in the game, plain ya see
  Average man when the rest was ashamed to be
  Nappy head and all, ain't no changin me
  Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh...
  So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya
  Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin
  Different stretch of road, new somethin to see
  Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat
  Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real
  Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins
  Walkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the world
  Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world
  Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?
  I scream this to you, and I say it to the world
  Nappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bit
  Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit!
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    [Skinny DeVille]
  Even though I picture better days,
  I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen
  The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end
  We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump
  Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come
  Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all
  Who woulda thought Skinny'd be the one that's, makin this call
  Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong
  I'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been long
  I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "Daddy be strong"
  We gon' make it through these hardtimes
  even though they go and they come
  Ya absolutely right, for somethin happen to me on last Tuesday night
  It's plain as day, man they... with this World Trade
  Naw brave any order but confoldure
  Better make it home when nothin seems to matter
  That's when, see, everything can go - any which way
  They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J
  Front po'ch, chillin broke, country folk, I'm Nappy with my ways yo
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    [R. Prophit]
  It's a blessin we woke up this mornin
  All my colored folk stressin, come let's join hands
  Got the folk with depresses of being po' man
  Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man
  Nappy got some (?) for we gon' stand
  Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
  Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man
  Zonin, two blunts a mo'nin, by sunrise sometimes
  I love to hear my woman moanin, it's on again
  Damn I hope you play this song again
  The soul cleansin, the melody just read my end
  Not a lot of things but usually just appendin my lady
  Been searchin bendin and saw my folks locked in the tennants
  And it don't make any sense (why) children and sentencin
  Broadcastin from the slums, that's why I'm writin these sentences
  Just lower my income, (what) though we ain't finish it
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