| I was born with small access, to big dreams
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| And detached homes, and lazy boy couches were fit thrones that
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| Would sit kings
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| Lion statues on the fences larger than the castles they guarded Lawns made the
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| pastures pristine
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| A race with the have nots
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| Broke but the moat’s where the Jag’s parked
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| Doing dirty work but the whips clean
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| Notice the Jones’s
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| All of what they have is for the showing even notices on doors or foreclosures
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| I’m trying to get income, and then some ride around in something
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| The system bumping, the disk jumping, I’m rolling
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| A slight high from being able to buy
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| What you shouldn’t but you never knew why
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| Never mind, this the feeling I’ve been wanting for time
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| Flying blind, into a wall strong drawing to shine
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| I just looked at the pictures
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| Didn’t have a manual to build this
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| Just assemble it from feeling
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| By looking at pictures
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| I was given tools meant for building
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| With no instruction for the wielding
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| But look at the picture
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| It ain’t even close to the description
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| And yet it’s working as I wished it
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| By looking at pictures
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| And even though parts of it are missing
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| It’s still complete in the depiction
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| Started off trying to make a way
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| Then I made a wave that made a wage, that lay to waste
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| The paper chase that I was into race
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| But how you even stop this thing
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| I never learned so in turn, I’ma burn out breaks
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| Spend it faster than the churn out makes
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| But I’m a Phoenix, I went from ashes to classes
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| Shoebox to plastic, credit could buy what ever imagined
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| Developing habits I can’t kick
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| Man I was rocking cleats to a match full of baskets
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| Fast break, broke the safe trying to bask in
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| Sums that wasn’t real but ones and nils and they asking
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| Debit or credit? |
| The latter please
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| Climbing into debt without a sweat when it’s gradually
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| Had to make a couple mistakes that I couldn’t erase
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| Overdrawn but I turned out great
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| I just looked at the pictures
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| Didn’t have a manual to build this
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| Just assemble it from feeling
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| By looking at pictures
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| I was given tools meant for building
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| With no instruction for the wielding
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| But look at the picture
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| It ain’t even close to the description
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| And yet it’s working as I wished it
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| By looking at pictures
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| And even though parts of it are missing
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| It’s still complete in the depiction
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| I maneuver by example, good or bad, triumphs and tramples Something I couldn’t
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| grasp, I wouldn’t pass
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| I would rather struggle assembling what I can do, look at that
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| Little different but the differences make it what it isn’t
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| Is, is whatever I want to witness
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| Behold a vision outside of the city limits
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| Where time is more valued than money for the spending
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| Ascended to deeper things, never knew reasoning
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| Throwing random spices into life for the seasoning
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| Without a silver spoon, I couldn’t taste what I was prepping
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| My guesses made the wooden whip a problem to a question
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| Why do my people spend more and have less than?
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| No seat to eat the meal that we responsible for cheffing
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| Imagining the window was just a mirror reflection
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| I turned the sideline into a seat at the concession
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| I just looked at the pictures
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| Didn’t have a manual to build this
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| Just assemble it from feeling
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| By looking at pictures
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| I was given tools meant for building
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| With no instruction for the wielding
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| But look at the picture
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| It ain’t even close to the description
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| And yet it’s working as I wished it
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| By looking at pictures
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| And even though parts of it are missing
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| It’s still complete in the depiction |