| Did you know, did you know?
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| We took this straight from the garden
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| Give it now, give it
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| If we don’t hit the target
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| It’s the beginning
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| We going back where it started
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| It’s the beginning
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| If we don’t finish hard
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| I been out here tryna save us
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| Since the first wack shit signed to majors
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| Ever since Hammer danced on stages
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| And Word Up magazine and Rap Pages hit the stands
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| I learned how to get the fans
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| Learned how to build shit with my hands, from the ground up
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| Foundations laid down, turn the sound up
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| But look how this shit wound up
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| After doing everything a man could ever do
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| It didn’t really matter much, I never knew
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| The game was so cold, I should’ve worn my big parka
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| ‘Cause when you think you see the light, that’s when it gets darker
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| But in my heart though, I do believe
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| If you put out more love than you receive
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| It’s bound to come back around eventually
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| And that’d be the day when you mention me
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| Prepare for glory
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| I love my life
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| And if it ain’t a struggle than it ain’t a story
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| And if it ain’t real than don’t record me
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| Carry the torch for those before me
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| I fall, I rise, I crawl, I fly
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| And either way it go, we come back better
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| Now we laugh forever
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| Life’s so varied, the days get heavy
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| Escape into a zone, my soul take control
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| Fall, rise, then fall, I rise
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| Repeat these steps until they call my demise
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| Torae told me keep flaming ‘em homie
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| A class by myself, some days I get lonely
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| Success got me numb
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| But the failure make it realer than before
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| What I scribble so visual
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| Wrote it in blood, tears spilling on the floor
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| Dancing in the rain, throw a party when you’re poor
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| I’m raw, R-A-W
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| A terrorist here to bring trouble to the
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| The days that came, I ain’t been the same
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| A permanent flat-top fade on my brain, I’m high
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| And it’s not from the weed I inhale
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| ‘Cause I made it and the feeling’s so rare
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| This ain’t hood conquer-all rap
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| This ain’t player play a baller in all caps
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| And understand that one cop can’t stop no riot
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| One «shhh» can’t make the crowd no quiet
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| We feast on a diet of injustice
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| Pride been swallowed but won’t fall, a burnt down
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| Building in New York or the building’s that bombed
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| In Iraq is viewed like art on the wall
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| Through the eyes of a child with vision this blurred
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| A book never read be the song never heard
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| But the word is the purpose, we can’t stick together
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| If you let life become such a non-stick surface
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| Learn to walk cool before we learn to walk upright
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| Now know the game of society’s uptights
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| Who don’t want to see us derailed off the negative track
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| Like crabs in a barrel they want to pull you back
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| But life lesson’s got us progressin'
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| From ghetto to get-to, get to work
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| Get to freedom, nigga small
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| We push through gravity’s hold on it all
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| «Okay, now you and I. . |
| .»
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| «Yeah»
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| «.. . |
| have to come up with an ending for this album.»
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| «Just end it.»
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| «We can’t do it. |
| It’s gotta have. |
| . |
| .»
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| «There's the ending right there. |
| You’re yawning. |
| Everyone’s bored to death.
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| I know I am.» |