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[Verse 1 - Stalley:] |
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Most [?]slippers dreaming through this peace pipe |
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Praying in the dark hoping that I see light |
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Trynna stay sharp with a dark vision |
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Gotta couple heathens with me trynna bombard the system |
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My man just went to jail and brought a gun charge with him |
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On top of that other felonies |
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I told him hold his head I'll make sure he lives through these melodies |
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I hate to see him trapped, wish these raps could just set him free |
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Whoever thought selling heart would get you seventeen, that's seventeen |
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I mean yesterday was everything if there's no hope for tomorrow |
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And money ain't everything, I can go broke tomorrow |
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Sometimes I find happiness in a broke down cigar |
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In an isolated room on this Navajo wall |
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Mind drifting, smoke disappearing through the wall |
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I hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling |
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Open up the windows, let the angels fall in |
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[Hook - Stalley (x2):] |
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As I bob and weave between stars |
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Learn and dream between Mars |
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When words are weaved, pictures are painted |
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Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets |
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[Verse 2 - Stalley:] |
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Got so much on my mind, all these thoughts weaving in and out created design |
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So intricate like hand spun rugs |
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They say they talking outside |
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But I hear no love |
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I feel the shots in my back |
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But there's no slugs |
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I brush the dirt off my shoulders |
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Wipe away all the mug that's been slung |
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They say the sword ain't as mighty as the tongue |
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The horns get the attention |
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But the war starts with the drum |
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808s and low ends beating on my chest like King Kong |
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Gorilla warfare, the force here |
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You could feel it in the song |
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All the warrior in this gone |
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I sip Indian style wrapped' in blankets |
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Smokin' on the bong, trynna find my inner peace |
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Jugglin' stone, never take it for granted, what the struggle is for |
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Cuz through that dark hole life is beautiful, like emeralds and gold |
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There's diamonds in the dirt, you just gotta dig through some coal |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 3 - Posdnuos:] |
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I woke up among the confused, but yawning |
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The bloodstream came to collect dues this morning |
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For all the signs we drop, the parachute supplies |
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Are limited, coated in images |
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Yet the code of the streets leaves our thoughts with no access |
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The revenue of colour, all reduced to a blackness |
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But aside the thought, I can find the calm |
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That's why we close our eyes to concentrate |
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The cons debate, against the pros talking first degree |
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Murder on the clock, they got time to kill |
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I'm intricate to be up in it |
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So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal |
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Perimeters occupied by a few chosen |
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To take heed to the fact a few in here are posin' |
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On the laws of lies, attracted to the warm like wool |
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But don't let it get pulled over your eyes |
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Oh, lord |
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[Hook x2] |