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Now my heart is a pure as Sanyika Shakur |
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Homegrown in the crips, a gangbangers galore |
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Set sail for many shores, still a product of war |
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Shell shocked from the block, rock hard to the core |
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Though I tried to give you more on this mic when I spitting this |
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List some nines, some techs and some abject living |
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I'ma have that ribbon in the sky wrapped around my finger |
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as a reminder of times, kind of when love lingered |
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Singer, songwriter, smooth talker, street figher |
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Hauling heavy words to make the beat seem lighter |
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I'ma writer of riches rippin, rebelling the system |
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Repellin rep because I rejected what's in em |
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Persecution of your peers is the violence of business |
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So them in-crowd functions, I would never attend them |
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By myself, backpack, dreadlocks and some denim |
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I was never deemed down cos I dared to be different |
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I used to go out to them partys, get weeded and stand around |
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Cause I was too nervous to be myself and get down |
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Now it's no more standing my back up against the wall |
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I got myself together, now I'm ready to ball |
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[Chorus] |
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"Bring out the love in me" |
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I wake up every morning |
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My mission: fulfill the dream |
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I wake myself upon the decision: to kill the scream |
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To kill the screen |
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I wake up every morning |
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My mission: fulfill the dream |
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I wake myself upon the decision: to kill the scream |
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[Verse 2: Slug] |
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I still hear it ringing in my ears when the light's on |
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Tighten the hold and light the bowl of this pipe bomb |
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See the dawn, self worth turned to earth |
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It's my song but I'm still trying to learn the words |
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Passion excessive, passive agressive |
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The first one to strike, the last one to exit |
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Castles unprotected, capture the princess |
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Fasten the seatbelt, drive and count the inches |
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Not so sure mom would be proud |
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if she knew how many times I've had to hide from these clouds |
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Don't really know if Jacob would understand |
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how daddy uses women to make him feel like a man |
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Open apology for anyone who follows me |
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Didn't realise I was a self-made power freak |
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When I get home I put it back together |
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Filled up the void, sewn up the sever |
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And her tears keep raining on the pillows that I pillage |
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But it's still entertaining alcoholics in my village |
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And when I'm finished, I'm sitting in silence |
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Just me in the corner of the room whistling my shit |
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[Chorus] |
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Fulfill the dream - to kill the scream |