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I am a bit of a difficult hypocritical ***** |
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who'll always get into a pickle, but the sins I commit |
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are all above board; this is for everyone I've got love for |
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who helped me up through the window by the shut doors |
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pulled strings, untangled the web, and cut cords |
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and if you didn't assist this, then up yours |
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My business is to give hits to kids |
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that have been amiss from the industry hit list |
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This flow's for those who were bullied in school |
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You'll grow to show those tools that they don't rule |
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This is for those who are bullies in school |
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You'll realise you can be nice and fully cool |
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Some of us look back at that as the worst days |
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Others still suffer that exact crap in the workplace |
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From virgins that never had a first date |
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to unwanted babies that never had a birthday |
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This is for single moms, working three jobs |
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to keep your sprog in the Reeboks that he wants |
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This rap's for single dads, fighting to see their kids |
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crying, thinking if they even understand he exists |
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I've set the controls for the heart and the soul |
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of those whose woes have hardly been told |
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Too many hearts of gold are treated like pyrite |
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so it's high time I tried to set this bias right |
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Feeling low? My lines'll leave your hopes high as kites |
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incite delight like a cherry bright sky at night |
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This vocal's for locals who are frightened in their neighbourhood |
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refrain from leaving home at night; afraid of violent raping muggers |
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For the same buggers doing crime to pay for drugs |
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It never meant to end this way, you're stuck; pain sucks |
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Change looks like something that'll never happen |
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but if I let that thinking win, I'd never end up rapping |
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For those in prison, those who did and those who didn't |
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the victims that they did it to and those who witnessed it |
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For those who overcome their hopeless bitterness to show forgiveness |
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Whether you do or don't is no-one's business |
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For those who wish to string them up until they know their miseries |
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Life's a winding hillside road and the slope is slippy |
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For the people upon the picket lines |
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Miners who down their pick and strike |
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strive for a different life |
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For the silent majority, |
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tightening your waistline to prop up an economy |
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you probably hadn't a problem with til the bottom dropped off of it |
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but now you're picking up the tab and haven't got a tip |
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This is for the elderly, sitting in their chairs alone |
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or bedridden in a bug ridden nursing home |
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A verse devoted to you, and who you truly are |
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The same you that you've ever been, I've seen you shoot for the stars |
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but gravity ravages things savagely |
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so let my lyrics lift your spirits up from incapacity |
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'cause I'm the captain of this flag*****p actually |
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and you're a VIP invited to fly the galaxy with me |
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This is for the carers, looking after another |
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I understand you want to be more than just a mother |
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How can you have a lover, or any other life |
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if you couldn't find someone else to come and grab the cover? |
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Changing a duvet's much easier with two, hey? |
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Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday |
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For those stuck at home, chronic illness, health problems |
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A lot of guilt makes you want to kill yourself often |
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What little help I can offer to soften the blow? |
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Can't invent anything off of the top of the dome |
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but you've not been forgotten and I just want you to know |
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wherever you are, my flow will boldly go |
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I swear by the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost |
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Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, whoever holds the most |
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control over the souls of the unappreciated |
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it will keep ebbing away every day that people play this *****t |
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I try to recognise |
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those who've been left aside |
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come aboard my enterprise, and boldly |
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I try to recognise |
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those who've been left aside |
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come aboard my enterprise, and boldly |
