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Definitely a miracle...honey you and me... |
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M-M-M-Make a miracle! |
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From the midwest to the west coast and dream |
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The outcast that came out so fresh and so clean |
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And I must confess I don't know everything |
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But I know what I know, you know what I mean |
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It's like the stars aligned, every thousand bars, a rhyme |
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But the right words is hard to find |
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So I finish lines 'till the finish line's in sight |
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Just imagine if I actually had the time to write |
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Maybe then I'd finally get to where I figured I'd be |
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Not religious, but I sense something bigger than me |
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Only problem is it's hard to understand it like broken English |
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So I paint my own canvas with this spoken genius |
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Something told me my destiny manifests |
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The best of me stands the test of time |
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So I took a leap of faith, something like a steeple chasing |
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Climbed back in the saddle, trying to keep the pace |
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They say it's... |
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(Chorus) |
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Definitely a miracle... |
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They say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth |
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If it changed then it's |
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Definitely a miracle... |
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I say it is what it is |
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If nothing, it go, go, go |
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Definitely a miracle... |
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What you see if what you get, I am what I am |
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And I feel like it's |
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Definitely a miracle... |
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What's it gonna take? |
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You and me... |
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I know it sounds crazy |
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Crazy to think it could change, but just maybe |
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Maybe you'll blink and the strange, right before your own eyes |
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Like water to wine, the ignorant grown wise, the rise and fall |
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If I could break bread with five thousand heads |
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Take every man's shoes, walk a mile and tread |
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It's like sight for the blind, a voice for the dumb |
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A symphony for the deaf, embrace for the numb |
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Feel it, what if rappers stopped acting hard |
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When in fact they're scarred, would it really take an act of God |
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Is he even listening? What if y'all stopped believing? |
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Christian, Muslim, Jew |
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What if people start casting votes? Stop casting stones |
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Dead beef, get to acting grown |
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And their kids stopped killing for a fistful of Lincolns? |
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Probably just wishful thinking |
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But I feel like it's... |
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I don't know where to start, I guess it's like my closing remarks |
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Sort of like the way a firefly glows in the dark |
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Sort of like Elizabeth Jennings before Rosa Parks |
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Like, humble beginnings before the flow sparks |
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Now the fires lit, it's so hard to explain why I spit |
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It's like who gon' fix things if I quit? |
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Tell me that, who gon' cross the line |
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Provoke thoughts in the minds I touched |
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And I ain't much for freestyle, I'd much rather freehand |
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Or free minds, see the free world in my free time |
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Man, ain't nothing free, getting at heads like parting the Red Sea |
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If we're ever debt free then it's... |
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M-M-M-Make a miracle (x4) |
