Correction Paroles Say Peace par Common

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Say peace, we don’t really want no trouble
Tell me, is you down with the struggle?
All they really wanna do is cuff you
They don’t love you (No)
Say peace, we don’t really want no trouble
Tell me, is you down with the struggle?
All they really wanna do is cuff you
They don’t love you (No)

Staring into the darkness like Marcus
Garvey, I’m an artist, respect to the goddess
Some say I’m too modest because I’m the hardest
On this path to progress there’s been carnage
Regardless, this is a harvest for the world to harness
Elder’s dreams, creator’s promise
Being free is like paying homage
I’ve been on that peace, black Dalai Lama
My college was between Stony and Cottage
The knowledge I got it because niggas was ’bout it
Knew I had to pull it, the bullet or the ballot
It’s like the parable of the story of the talents
Want my people to get paper with no margin
Turning ghettos to gardens like Ron Finley
Through stages of life, the world’s my Wembley
I MC from the point of entry
Of peace, some find it all through their paper routin’
And some find their peace, their peace through praise and shoutin’
And some find their peace through pulling the shades like Malcom
I found my peace, my peace making these albums

In dystopian ground zero from xenophobia
They love to trope me and misquote me
They even wrote me out of all accounts
Other than shouldering small amounts till I called them out
I’m what this story is all about
My arrival wasn’t willingly, nah
But that’s chillingly the truth
Now I fear for shots from cops killing me
They on the hunt for the blood
And we the auxiliary
The black power and love
I’m all the above above
We’ll find peace in the culture I’m responsible to save
And every piece of the puzzle, every article, the page
I’m at peace in the struggle, I’m awake and not afraid
While I’m channeling my energy from particle to wave
The peace, like Mandela seated on Robben Island
Wise like a prophet arriving from the highlands
Look, I’m not here for any kinda problem
Keep me out of your gossip column
Thank you, I’m calm and tranquil
At the time and place too I shine
Word to God, I’m divine, and graceful
The grind could break you, if you concentrate
You could find your faith, where the higher conscious takes you
That’s peace

Say we dem loss
We say we dey pon the right path
Big life only
Liberty, freedom

Tell me what they fighting for
Tell me what they fighting for
Tell me what they fighting for
Tell me what they fighting for
Tell me what they fighting for

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