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(feat. Hasan Salaam) |
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[Chorus: Akir + Hasan] |
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This is beginning and end, the answer and the reason |
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This the life and the death, the changin of the seasons |
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It's the joy and the pain, the angels and the demons |
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It's a wonderous thing, the changin of the seasons |
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This is beginning and end, the answer and the reason |
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This the life and the death, the changin of the seasons |
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It's the joy and the pain, the angels and the demons |
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It's a wonderous thing |
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[Hasan Salaam:] |
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In the winter of his discontent |
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He was birthed like a verse from the gospel |
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Pops was ghost, moms played host to the Johns in the brothel |
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Never heard any words to encourage out his mom's mouth |
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How to cook up all the hook-ups, was learned from the men |
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that she let in the house, turned out by the business |
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Missed a lot more than Christmas, giftless, childhood was a juvenile hell |
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Knew his number better than himself as he peered down his cell |
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[Akir:] |
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Out of the darkness, in a cold labyrinth |
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that haunts us, his man parks up |
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Pullin heat out compartments like, spring into action |
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Cash is satisfaction, I'm sunk askin him livin life hype |
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He observes but back to the curb to sound the white birds |
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and NexTel chirps, he can tell he's accustomed by his 2-way alert |
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New opportunties blossomed, from niggaz he met locked in |
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and old niggaz that he knew that acted like they just forgot him (uhh) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Hasan Salaam:] |
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Life seemed like mid summer night's dream |
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Got a crib and a queen - first seed on the way |
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due November 17th, shorty settin the scene |
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Beggin him to get his act clean to the right side of the law |
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But his audience was the money machine's constant applause |
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Never concerned with the effects, just out for the cause |
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To get back what he lost, he hustled at all cost |
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Started to floss foolish, pigs watchin the movements |
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Every clue got his Judas |
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[Akir:] |
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Uhh, he holds onto the wall |
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hopin that he won't fall, feelin his life slip away |
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Watchin the leaves float away, in the yard |
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The closest that he gets to guard the only bars he thought he'd be in |
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would be filled with pretty women and TV's playin ESPN |
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And now he can't control his peein |
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The family that he never had but used to seein |
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in his daydreamin turn they back and started leavin |
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Come to demons and that instant turns to a infant, the change of seasons |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro:] |
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This is beginning and end, the answer and the reason |
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This the life and the death, the changin of the seasons |
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It's the joy and the pain, the angels and the demons |
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It's a wonderous thing |
