How Many More chords by 
Grand Puba 
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Verse 1
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Pour it out
Verse 2
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How many more gotta die
How many more mothers gotta cry
How many more locked away for life
Just tryin' to get a piece
Verse 3
of the pie
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The struggle continues,
we hate each other
And we don't know the reason why,
petty shit
Crabs in the back room,
holdin' each other back
Until the day we die, uh
Verse 4
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I been droppin' knowledge like
this for a long long time
They don't feel me
When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly
Long as I'm sittin' bullshit is just fine
But when I speak on them,
that's when they draw the line
Verse 5
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Conspiracy is a theory,
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let's promote the black - on- black
Niggas don't know how to act
Let em' send each other back
Verse 6
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Too many shorties dyin' everyday
Too many niggas bein' locked away
Realize what's really goin' on
And how the black community got so torn
How many more mothers gotta mourn
He didn't make eightten and
he's livin' in the lawn
Somebody tell me what's
that all about
There's too many shorties checkin' out
My nigga's locked up for a lifetime
Didn't even get a chance
to use his lifeline
The game is setup for you to lose
So watch the po- po cause
like Tom they cruise
Focus get cha' head straight,
fix ya plate
Learn from others and don't
make the same mistake
Know who you are, where ya at,
and where ya goin'
The worst thing about life is
not knowin'
Knowledge break it down
it's know to ledge
Cause if you don't know the
ledge you droppin' off edge
The hood drama is horrific
Enough ghetto tears for years
that could fill up Pacific
I'm not standin' here
tryin' to be no preacher
But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya
See I'm here to enter brain
then I entertain
Those who lost one in the struggle,
I feel ya pain
Cause everyday somebody
else is gettin' blown
But we don't moan until
it hits close to home
Hear me y'all cause the
numbers seem to multiply
And that's the reason that I ask myself
Verse 7
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How many more gotta die
How many more mothers gotta cry
How many more locked away for life
Just tryin' to get a piece
Verse 8
of the pie
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The struggle continues,
we hate each other
And we don't know the reason why,
petty shit
Crabs in the back room, holdin'
each other back
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