Kevin Michael, Lupe Fiasco
Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes
I wrote this song for you
Can you imagine every world?
They'd all get the same things
They'd all get the same things
A little dough, a lot of love
With a mom and dad to hug
They'd all get the same things
Huh, but down here the world is real
And it don't matter how you feel
Because, we don't get the same things
We don't get the same things
You got to work to stay alive
We don't get the same things
All my gangster friends, yeah
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing, yeah
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing
Same thing, same thing, now
And, I think about the way
Say they want to change things
Say they want to change things
But every year, they take some more
And I don't know what it's for
Though, they never change things
(They don't change nothing)
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 won't get the same things
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
I said, we all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing
And all their new boyfriends
They all want the same thing
I said, they all want the same thing
From Wall Street to the hood
We all want the same thing, yeah
(And what you say, what you say?)
Yeah, first say pie to the people
The have's and the have not's
Are we willing to give up all the hours
Just to make it all equal?
And make players out the mascots?
'Cause, right now, we don't see you
Unless, the root of all evil is what you have got
If not banging from the beach
Then banish you to the sand box
With no lifeguard to come after you
No amount, you don't count, like Dracula
Your bound to drown like a Titanic passenger
Or, a Haitian refugee trafficker
They come and get you off the island
And send the slave ship back for you
Money matters, don't let it master you
Till they give you what you're asking for
It's like that, yeah, it's like that
Remind you there's just one who calls love
Take them to church, Kevin
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
I said, we all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing
Same thing, same thing now
And all their new boyfriends
They all want the same thing
I said, they all want the same thing
From Wall Street to the hood
We all want the same thing, yeah
We all want the same thing, yeah
