We All Want The Same Thing

Lyrics

(feat. Lupe Fiasco) [Intro] Kevin! Michael... Lupe... Fiasco... Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes... I wrote this song for you... Now, it goes down... [Verse 1:] In an imaginary world Every boy, and every girl They'd all get the same things They'd all get the same things A little dough, a lot of love With a mom, and dad to hug They'd all get the same things... But out here, the world is real And it don't matter how you feel Because we don't get the same things We don't get the same things You got to work to stay alive Forty hours, from 9 to 5 We don't get the same things... [Hook:] All my gangster friends And all my skater friends We all want the same thing We all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs Jesus freaks and thugs We all want the same thing... [Verse 2:] And I think about the way All the politicians say Say they want to change things Say they want to change things Every year, they take some more And I don't know what it's for Though they never change things... But, if you want to make it stop (stop) Well, first, you got to start Making some big, old changes Doing some different things, yeah Get up out your bed Think outside your head And you won't get the same things [Hook:] All my gangster friends And all my skater friends We all want the same thing We all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs Jesus freaks and thugs We all want the same thing... All my ex-girlfriends And all their new boyfriends They all want the same thing They all want the same thing From Wall Street to the hood New York and Hollywood We all want the same thing... [Rap Verse:] Yeah! First empire to the people The have's, and the have not's Are we willing to give up all the hours Just to make it all equal? And make players out the mascots? Because right now We don't see you Like the Sasquatch Unless the root of all evil is what you have got You're even more visible if your hair is lots If not banging from the beach Then banish you to the sand box With no lifeguard to come after you No amount You don't count like Dracula Your body drown like a Titanic passenger Or a Haitian refugee trafficker They come and get you Off the island that you crashed into They take a yacht And send the slave ship back for you Money matters Don't let it master you Pressing on the answer Till they give you what you're asking for It's like that! This is a message to remind you There's just one true coast love... Take them to church, Kevin! [Hook:] All my gangster friends And all my skater friends We all want the same thing We all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs Jesus freaks and thugs We all want the same thing... All my ex-girlfriends And all their new boyfriends They all want the same thing They all want the same thing From Wall Street, to the hood New York and Hollywood We all want the same thing...