Kevin Michael, Lupe Fiasco   Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes   I wrote this song for you   Now, it goes down      Can you imagine every world?   Every boy and every girl   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   Forty hours, from 9 to 5   We don't get the same things      All my gangster friends, yeah   And all my skater friends   (What they want?)   We all want the same thing   (What we want, now?)   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   Same thing, same thing, now      And, I think about the way   All the politicians say   (What they saying, now?)   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   Same thing, same thing   Same thing, now      All my gangster friends   And all my skater friends   (What they want, now?)   We all want the same thing   (What we want, now?)   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   Same thing now      All my ex-girlfriends   And all their new boyfriends   (What they doing, now?)   They all want the same thing   (What they want, now?)   I said, they all want the same thing      From Wall Street to the hood   New York and Hollywood   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   Like the Sasquatch   Unless, the root of all evil is what you have got      You're 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 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   That you crashed into   They take a yacht   And send the slave ship back for you      Money matters, don't let it master you   Pressing on the answer   Till they give you what you're asking for   It's like that, yeah, it's like that      This is a message to   Remind you there's just one who calls love   Take them to church, Kevin      All my gangster friends   (What they want, now?)   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   Same thing, same thing now      All my ex-girlfriends   (What they want?)   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   New York and Hollywood   We all want the same thing, yeah   We all want the same thing, yeah