(feat. Lupe Fiasco)
[Intro]
Kevin! Michael... Lupe... Fiasco...
Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes...
I wrote this song for you...
Now, it goes down...

[Verse 1:]
In an imaginary 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...

But out 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...

[Hook:]
All my gangster friends
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs
Jesus freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing...
[Verse 2:]
And I think about the way
All the politicians say
Say they want to change things
Say they want to change things

Every year, they take some more
And I don't know what it's for
Though they never change things...
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

[Hook:]
All my gangster friends
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs
Jesus freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing...
All my ex-girlfriends
And all their new boyfriends
They all want the same thing
They all want the same thing
From Wall Street to the hood
New York and Hollywood
We all want the same thing...

[Rap Verse:]
Yeah!
First empire 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?

Because 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 body 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!

This is a message to remind you
There's just one true coast love...
Take them to church, Kevin!

[Hook:]
All my gangster friends
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
We all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs
Jesus freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing...

All my ex-girlfriends
And all their new boyfriends
They all want the same thing
They all want the same thing
From Wall Street, to the hood
New York and Hollywood
We all want the same thing...