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Gimme the reason why it was brother season |
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Within easton yo i strive to survive to kill the feeling |
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Yeah some brothers buggin' money mad trying to look dappa |
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Selling shit giving out licks or pimping out the slappa's |
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So for the first chapters i reminisce for a deceased |
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Who died for one lve balling our peace! |
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Or my brother who got blast in his chest for fate |
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Shakespeare said life is a stage i call it fate |
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Well anyway i kinda watching my front cause certain friends are full of crap |
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Yeah it's a damn shame with their mind games |
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Plus no life aims here this rudeboy i dis em out like cocaine |
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They got crap aims and crap reason's to fight me |
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Because they like.. move yourself i ain't no patzie |
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Yeah.... its kinda strange how some people change |
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While societies spitting faster than a terry's chocolate orange |
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Chuh cause someone once said life ain't fair |
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I care for my brothers but brothers don't care |
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So yo i live by god and not he gun |
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And get ready for the forth coming talking with my son about the seeds |
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Seeds have got to grow |
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Seeds have got to know |
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Seeds have got to grow |
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Seeds have got to know |
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Seeds have got to grow |
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Seeds have got to know |
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Seeds have got to grow |
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Seeds have got to know |
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Blunted on reality meditate to the system |
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But when he's born like kuntah kenteh watch me lift him |
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To the stars and the panets and not tha phallic's |
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Just sun, stars and talks about mars i got to have it |
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The only bit of innocence that i ever had |
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From my a semen from my father from my grandads |
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Grandson in london to educate one not just books |
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I travelled the world like lisa not dumb |
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While sucker sippah's living life for face value |
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Think yourbrand new but you ain't changing so damn you |
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Lost souls who never moved on with their shoes on |
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In a situation that they can't improve on |
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Kinda sad situation bad if you live like that shit can send you mad |
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So yo i don't because i won't so watch me buss |
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This power in perception rudeboy and not justice |
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That's why i love this documentary on reality |
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Within society my principality is |
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To live by god and not the gun |
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And get ready for the forth coming |
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Talking with my son about the |
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Seeds |
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Back on street guying off phony person's |
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Leave me alone as the spirituality dead smelling aroma's of frauds |
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Got caught in the ego and didn't see the cloud |
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On that robert de niro mate talking out loud |
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Acting to put the fear right back in |
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Your cerebellum but first i tell 'em facts |
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And certain heads are swelling |
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Because they don't like the rythm |
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For some it's easier to tell than to listen so listen |
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Realism and truth ain't the same wave |
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Within the brainwave check the difference |
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The order is to maintain |
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Throughout the struggle and the strife |
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Because if is the middle word within the word life wordlife |
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So i live by god and not the gun |
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So i live by god and not the gun |
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So i live by god and not the gun |
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And get ready for the forth coming |
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Talking with my son about the |
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Seeds |
