Got Damned?

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[Intro] So many, so many, so many questions So many, so many, so many questions [Verse 1] Murs one of a kind so there's nobody like me And I guess that's the reason that nobody likes me Or is it that I don't like anybody else? Can't quite figure it out so I keep to myself Too street for the sheltered, underground fan Too intelligent for play on your FM band So I thought to crossover, but I left them plans My resolve's to do me and do the best I can And yes I am, aware that most of my fans are white But I'm lovin' all, scopin' and open 'em when I write Some might chastise from the side, crack jokes and Say I'm not black 'cause I rep the white folks, man, please! I hear the hate in your voice when you say it So I'ma keep making music for whoever wants to play it If I don't go gold, then my people say I flopped But if I go triple platinum, I'm not Hip-Hop [Chorus] So I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man, take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man, take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you [Interlude] Man So many, so many, so many questions Motherfuckers always be comin' up to me, you know, askin' me So many, so many, so many questions How come I don't kick no rhymes for the struggle Or no conscious, revolution raps, man [Verse 2] Look, I'm not your average rapper talkin' shit about the government Its not that I'm lovin' it; it's where I live They tried to bomb the place where I wanna raise my kids I don't know what everybody seems to think this is It ain't a game, there is no reign, they want America crushed If you don't like Bush, you still dyin' with us And trust, I haven't forgotten 'bout the schemes they been plottin' On my people for centuries, I know that eventually we'll be on top So what, they fightin' overseas? Hell, they fightin on my block! The black sheep of America's family, we are the flock Gettin' lead to the slaughter Have to work twice as hard to keep our head above water And God forbid we start to rise through positive means They'll send out a whole black operative team Every time a black leader steps up, he gets trampled Do I start makin' speeches or just lead by example? [Chorus] I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man, take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man, take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you [Interlude] MURS! So many, so many, so many questions So many questions So what, man? You hang with El? So many, so many, so many questions You signed to Def Jux? How much'd you get for your advance man? [Verse 3] Off this album right here, I probably won't see royalties for two years But shit, I'm a straight up hustler! Ain't nothin queer in this Oops, I shouldn't've said that, 'cause it pisses off my publicist I don't give a fuck, 'cause this is one man's view And with this mic I'ma show what one man can do I'm a hustler motherfucker like this world has never seen Could sell Chloroform to a room of Evergreens Toured around the globe with my legendary team So I shouldn't have to beg to get a G a show 500 people pay ten bucks, then where does it go? In the fuckin' promoter's pocket? That ain't how its supposed to be Nobody paid to see him; they paid to see me I'm not a full-of-myself, arrogant MC I'm only askin' for a fifth, a measly twenty percent I'm not tryin' to get over, I'm just tryin' to pay rent! Right now I wanna thank y'all for lettin' me vent [Outro] And I'ma catch you, next show, at the bar gettin' bent Notice I force my heart in every word I meant Presenting it to y'all with the sincerest intent Thank you
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- Murs