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It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining |
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Figured it was gon' rain today, so |
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I'm inSit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off |
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Look at my nightstand and pick the paper back up |
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Nostradamus, |
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I'm readin' chapter, after chapter |
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Predictions of the end of world, and after |
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Life, wit' no beginning, as the world stops spinning[Unverified] as a journey that's never ending |
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I glance at my baby boy, |
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I can see this in his eyes |
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The little nigga glad to be alive |
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And as the days go by, |
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I thank God for watchin' mines |
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Prayin' that |
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I remained in fire |
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The same man that |
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I was, which starts from the other mind phrase |
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Was it the cash |
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I think my time came |
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For me to venture off into different dimensions |
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The beginning, the ending, of my time |
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What we fail to realize |
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Is that we runnin' outta time |
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Do we ever be born again |
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In my time of dying |
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It's like |
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I'm runnin' outta time |
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Will I ever be born again |
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In my time, |
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I try to stay true steps on the game |
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And if you niggas thinkin' like me, do the same |
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Which is one minute ya smilin', the next ya start cryin'' |
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Cause we can't accept we born to die |
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And I, ease my edge, and be a nigga to the end |
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But it's more to life then me and my |
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BenzWhen my mama told to speak to my friends |
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I kinda took that shit to heart |
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So don't fuck up your life, 'fore it starts |
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Some niggas wanna be like |
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MikeI'd rather be like |
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Christ so at the end, |
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I'll see bright lights(Like Christ, bright lights) |
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I save a prayer for the fallen soldiers |
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Too many niggas died young, for tryna to hang |
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On the slaims of our slums |
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And outcome, as mommy kneels, sittin' on the front row |
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Hopin' God will accept your soul |
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The new millennium, and as |
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I sit watch the distance |
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Ships walk the horizon, |
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I'll stare into space while |
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I'm drivin' |
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And pray for me, all the ends of my sins |
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The beginning, the end, of my time, till |
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I'm born again |
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What we fail to realize |
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Is that we runnin' outta time |
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Do we ever be born again |
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In my time of dying |
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It's like |
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I'm runnin' outta time |
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Will I ever be born again |
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In my time, |
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I've seen life born, and |
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I been blessed |
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Enough to see life lose, it's just the price life cost |
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And shortly, explain my born, |
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I know I'm born to do it wrong |
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So when I'm gone, life goes on |
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Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up |
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Shed no tears, and dread those years |
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Smile, and even though my whole life's been a po' ball |
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You did yours, and it's not your fault |
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Tell my grandmother those words too |
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She knows |
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I'm headed to a better place |
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That'll put a smile on my wife's face |
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God's graced the evil spirit that surrounded me |
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And pass me, and anytime it could a had me |
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But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song |
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Now it's peace after the storm blew on |
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And [unverified], it's the better life, security for yours and mines |
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What the evil lies, and not so guide |
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In my time, it's been times, |
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I would've stopped and called the quits |
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But I might as well sit until it's over wit' |
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Earth to earth, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
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It's the Lord |
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I trustThe territory where |
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I come from, so |
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I guess it'll be when |
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I returnNo sorrow, it was just my turn |
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And in those, last trumpet sounds, put me down in the ground |
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But I'll probably be at home by now |
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And it's help will change(These helps will be changed) |
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Blinking of a eye, but |
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I don't think |
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I'll get to see that |
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In my time, till |
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I'm born again |
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It's changed, when we born and how we born from woman |
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We born, from the spirit, of life and all our flesh remains |
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And not, by the flesh of man and not by the flesh of man |
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Do not believe that |
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What we fail to realize |
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Is that we runnin' outta time |
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Do we ever be born again |
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In my time of dying |
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It's like |
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I'm runnin' outta time |
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Will I ever be born again |
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What we fail to realize |
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Is that we runnin' outta time |
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Do we ever be born again |
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In my time of dying |
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It's like |
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I'm runnin' outta time |
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Will I ever be born again |
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What we fail to realize |
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Is that we runnin' outta time |
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Do we ever be born again |
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In my time of dying |
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It's like |
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I'm runnin' outta time |
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Will I ever be born again... |