| 8000 miles from home, still I hold it down for my folk
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| Surrounded, by nothing but brown skin
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| Nothing but love, from the village to the township
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| My heart feels weak enough to give up
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| Sometimes tears flow quicker than the river
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| Smiles get thinner, mouths don’t get dinner
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| And somehow, we build houses even bigger
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| Back home, my homie bought a Cadillac
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| Out here, that’s cash enough to bring the dead back
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| My belly’s empty, and not because it’s Ramadan
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| I simply lost my appetite seeing children starve
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| Thats what’s really hard, not your silly bars
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| Not your grill, not your car, not the pills you pop
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| Marvin said it you better know what’s going on and
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| Life’s a question, answer when the song ends
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| Answer when the world ends, dancing so the earth spins
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| If the music stops, we’ll get planted in the dirt quick
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| Word is they’re talking 'bout us, they said we almost famous
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| Guess I forgot about it when I got that plane ticket
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| More humble than he’s ever been
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| Sun up on his golden skin
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| Feelin' something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive
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| Running from the old him
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| Represent enlightenment, forever young
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| Learning from the light within
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| Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive
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| Running from the old him
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| Keep it rollin, yeah, Zilla, yeah
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| I never dreamed to be a rap star
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| I never saved up for a fast car
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| But I did act selfish a bit, buy stupid shit, and waste the tools that I had
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| Sold out shows, money in the bank, but my ego not swollen, at least I don’t
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| think
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| But who am I to say, you tell me have I changed
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| And if I have, I pray it’s for the better, in Jesus' name
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| All Lord Krishna everything, smoking hash on the back waters, Kingfisher drink
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| Thinking bigger thoughts than you ever think, if you seen what I seen then you
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| god damn better change
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| Donated thousands when the earthquake
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| Still I felt helpless in a higher place
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| Searching for a purpose when I’m buying drinks, buying clothes
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| Seein' people dyin' is getting kinda old
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| More humble than he’s ever been
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| Sun up on his golden skin
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| Feelin' something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive
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| Running from the old him
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| Represent enlightenment, forever young
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| Learning from the light within
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| Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive
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| Running from the old him |