| I never cried when my Daddy died
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| I mean I did inside, but I just let it slide
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| Abusive father left an artist seekin' for a home
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| And a houseful of women that depend on their own
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| I seen the beauty of life
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| But then they recognize and stepped inside
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| But still it came around
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| And now we’re set to vibe
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| And I can see
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| Thoroughly, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Time’s-a wastin'
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| Don’t you take your time with me
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| Keep on driftin'
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| Ain’t no tellin' where you’ll land
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| Run away, run away
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| Yeah, we turned sixteen to twenty-four
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| And then we turned it into twenty more
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| Lord, forgive me, I just wanted more
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| Badu comin' out the vinyl
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| Calmly asked me what I’m runnin' for
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| Who you runnin' from
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| Man, how you try and up the score and then get nothin' done
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| New designer fresh, but this shit here’s a one-of-one
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| From the slums, where the bass ain’t only comin' from the drums
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| Nicky got a cannon that be singin' like Mariah hums
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| But he ain’t divorce it, that’s his number one supplier, huh
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| All his homies dyin', been at war, but this is Zion, huh
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| When I meet the gates, that’s when you’ll see the God that I am
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| Ain’t perfect, but no denyin' the energy in my triumph, huh
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| Too many niggas with empty pockets and empty dreams
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| Too many niggas from my block with these empty schemes
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| My niggas downed the whole bottle, now that’s an empty lean
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| He lost his soul to them drugs, now that’s an empty fiend
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| Time’s-a wastin'
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| Don’t you take your time with me
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| Keep on driftin'
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| Ain’t no tellin' where you’ll land
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| Run away, run away
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| Some people may not understand what it takes to be a man
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| Takin' full command |