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Correct The Kids (Remix) Lyrics
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Correct The Kids (Remix)
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[Intro: B.o.B] Drug boys' steady shooting The streets don’t give a damn They’re filled with such pollution The kids don’t stand a chance [Chorus: B.o.B] We’re trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hands We’re filled with so much hatred The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance [Verse 1: Packy] That's where you're wrong, B.o.B, we got all the cards in our hand If we follow our hearts, it's hard but I'll bet that we'll fan More than the chance, we're a force to be reckoned with Pretty soon I'll use this pen to be endorsing my checks and shit Let's start a revolution, this is the generation to stray from the hate And separate from the segregation Forget tomorrow, make today the day that we make a change Age ain't nothin' but a number, numbers give us strength Yeah we're kids, but we're so much more We can be a peace of mind when there's so much war We're the future, buy in, there's so much in store Together, we can reach dreams we couldn't touch before [Chorus: B.o.B] We’re trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hands We’re filled with so much hatred The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance [Verse 2: Packy] No more excuses, move along, prove 'em wrong Use the song, show 'em youth is strong, show 'em that we do belong Time is ticking, show 'em who's the bomb Don't believe what they say Naysayers wait inside the box hoping that they can stay safe I take off out the blocks, I'm off the clock, outside the box This kid is off his rocker, he ain't got no office job or dockers He's got his own drum, plays that shit and marches to the beat of it Damn right he sags his Levi pants and flies by the seat of it Tell me I'm just a kid, tell me I'm naive Tell me I won't amount to shit, tell me I won't achieve Then tell me what you feel like when I make it and I leave Yeah I speak like it's a guarantee 'cause kids gotta believe [Chorus: B.o.B] We’re trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hands We’re filled with so much hatred The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance
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