Susi: A minor
Verse 1
They left me here, to die or grow
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In the middle of Tobacco Road
Am
I grew up in a rusty shack
F
Am
All I owned was hangin' on my back
And Lord knows, how I learnt
F
This place called Tobacco Road
You're dirty and you're filthy
Tobacco Road
Gonna get me some
dynamite and a crane
I'm gonna blow it up
Lord knows gonna start all over again"
Verse 2
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Am
F
The world is the place
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Am
F
Am
The beauty of life is mine today
F
Am
They cannot take my mind away
Verse 3
Am
Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa
Am
F
Am
it's mathematical
I choose the M1, because
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F
it's practical
Nothin was changed, we ain't protected
Am
F
No names, it's all factual
Am
F
Am
They push the wrong buttons,
F
Am
count down to detonate
Brooklyn blown away and the
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world will have to speculate
Am
F
Am
This is what we learn in the streets,
Am
F
Believe in none of what you hear
Am
and half of what you see
Verse 4
F
It's like watching your own father
smoke crack
Am
I have nightmares on shit like that
F
No way in hell I'll ever get like that
Am
B
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-
F
B
It's like a tour of duty
Am
My life is booby- trapped,
F
it's hard to see the beauty
E
F
When your heart is turning ice cold
Am
Cold like your hands exposed
to blistering winds
F
Am
My mother keep her eyes closed,
she say she prayin'
F
I listen close to what she sayin'
Am
B
Am
When she speak of Jesus, I ignore it
But when it's practical, I'm all for it
F
Am
You got to think like a soldier
F
Am
I'm training myself to snatch
F
Am
pistols out of holsters
B
Am
F
Discipline keep the mind focused
This whole world is a corn field, son
Am
Look out for flying locusts
Verse 5
Don't let 'em get in your head,
they try to probe you
Figure your thoughts so they
can try and control you
B
And through you, control your whole crew
It's psychology boy,
Am
now what the fuck that make you want to do?
Don't let 'em get in your head,
F
Am
they try to probe you
F
Am
Figure your thoughts so they
can try and control you
F
B
F
control your whole crew
Am
B
It's psychology boy,
F
Am
now what the fuck that make you want to do?
Verse 6
with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
Am
An d if you know the time,
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F
give me a sign
Am
Tell me where we draw the line
B
F
I got your back if you got mine
Am
Dm
F
My enemy's enemy is my man
Am
One dreadlock is stronger than one strand
while the crackers got the upper hand
F
Am
F
My comrades stand on lands stolen
B
Am
Every tooth a golden opportunity
Am
F
Am
hostage?
10% ransom,
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Am
F
Am
costing us time we lost and some
Am
Thinkin' with a fugitive brain
F
Am
What we do to live is insane
B
Am
Holdin' the weed,
Am
F
Just like crack, you know it all boils down
Am
F
Am
To the dollars- and- cents of it
F
Am
B
Niggas commence to get rents to
F
Am
the black germ is loose
F
Am
When will they learn?
Verse 7
Psychology
Am
We piss on walls and smoke
reefer in the halls
No respect for their laws
F
I cut your face with a kitchen knife
Am
F
man against machinery
Am
B
Am
The tree bark fatigues help me
F
blend in with the scenery boy
Life is a series of serious choices
Theories is formed from experience,
never mysterious forces
F
B
F
can lead to failure
B
F
Too much of anything is a trap
My mind snap
Guerrilla warfare for two grand
Am
They say karate means 'empty hands'
F
So then it's perfect for the poor
Am
F
B
F
man (poor man)
Am
F
B
They say karate means 'empty hands'
F
Am
So then it's perfect for the poor man
Verse 8
Am
Don't let 'em get in your head,
they try to probe you
F
Figure your thoughts so they can
F
B
control your whole crew
It's psychology boy,
F
Am
now what the fuck that make you want to do?
F
Don't let 'em get in your head,
they try to probe you
Am
F
Figure your thoughts so they
B
F
can try and control you
Am
B
control your whole crew
It's psychology boy,
Am
F
Am
now what the fuck that make you want to do?
Verse 9
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Am
F
Am
Then we won't survive
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Am
F
If we don't realize
B
Am
We are sure to die
F
(psychology)
Verse 10
Am
When you think of us think
of pyramids and pistols
B
Am
And glimmering gold teeth that
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F
shine like crystals
B
G
The mind is like a jewel, son
B
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
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When you think of us think of
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F
pyramids and pistols
B
F
An d glimmering gold teeth
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The mind is like a jewel son
B
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
Wisdom is a tool,
Interlude 1
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Verse 11
F
No- one is promised tomorrow
F
Am
No- one is promised tomorrow
Free your mind
F
Am
And the rest will follow
Seize the time
No- one is promised tomorrow
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