feat. Lupe Fiasco
Kevin! Michael… Lupe… Fiasco…
Hey, little girl, dont cry, dry your eyes…
I wrote this song for you…
Now, it goes down…
Can you imagine every world? Every boy, and every girl,
Theyd all get the same things, Theyd all get the same things,
A little dough, a lot of love, with a mom, and dad to hug,
Theyd all get the same things…
By the year, the world is real, and it dont matter how you feel,
Because, we dont get the same things, we dont get the same things,
You got to work to stay alive, for the hours, from 9 to 5,
We dont get the same things…
All my gangster friends, and all my skater friends,
We all want the same thing, we all want the same thing,
DJs in the clubs, Jesus freaks, and thugs,
We all want the same thing…
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 dont know what its 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 wont get the same things…
All my gangster friends, and all my skater friends,
We all want the same thing, we all want the same thing,
DJs 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…
Yeah!
First empire to the people,
The haves, and the have nots,
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 dont see you, like the Sasquatch,
Unless, the root of all evil, is what you have got,
Youre 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 dont 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, dont let it master you,
Pressing on the answer, to they give you what youre asking for,
Its like that!
This is a message, to
Remind, you, theres, just, one, true, coast, love…
Take them to church, Kevin!
All my gangster friends, and all my skater friends,
We all want the same thing, we all want the same thing,
DJs 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…