| every time i flow i get this vision and i know
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| everytime i know i manifest and then i grow
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| everywhere i go i plant a seed i hope i grow
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| but every seed planted aint always granted life though
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| some grow slower then they flourish in the end
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| then again some go fast then they die out soon as they began
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| now many music on my seed
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| planted in the minds to feed
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| yes indeed i cut off bleed
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| i sweat in tears untill im free
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| my set for tha 213
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| wit protect to the e-y-e
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| just soak it in like mother earth
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| who was once this jewel
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| is just a sess poop for fools
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| truly world theres another chapter to that never ending capture rapture
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| i tap yo mental
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| and strokes ya mind so gentle
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| im the sunshine not the star and i rymhe irregular annnd bizzare
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| but i no exactly who i are
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| ye.and i love keepin true and not off guard
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| nobody likes to be a waterboy foreva
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| neva seein the feild thinkin you got it together
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| playin foosball in the street its yo game but its they concrete
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| its my ball its my treat an its my world its my hit
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| and i live a hell hole in the wall and i dont never see the light of day
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| so flipnos controlin alla yall but they wont take mines away
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| what is that instict
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| to react before you think and make that thought complete tell it to the weak
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| smell before you eat
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| see i neva try to mislead
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| and i walk this planet keyed
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| yes indeed i cut off bleed
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| i sweatin tears untill im free
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| my set to the 213
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| my protect to the e-y-e
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| just soak it in despite all this anguish
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| for a book of human language
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| The lion will never ever lie down with the lamb
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| thats how its taught when i saught out to tell em who i am
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| i exam
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| i loot for the bank and swam
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| change my program
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| but they hold me back like water in a dam
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| but i wont be held
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| even though im trailed with bread crumbs
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| ill take em to the max headdrum
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| youll need more then excedrin
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| codina
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| morphina
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| niccotina
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| caffine in yo canteen
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| in yo bloodstream
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| ima well oiled machine keep my area quarinteend
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| from the gardens of flowinteene to shores of tripily
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| scientifically aint to rippen me im terrificly well spoken
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| see many attempts to get a glimps of what the hell im smoken
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| but it aint no bamma
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| i just mastered this spastic grammar
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| i go outside my peramata and stretch out my diamita
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| it gets bigger the gamera so pitcture that wit your camera
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| my st-eez-amina and st-eez-yle and st-eez-ory as a child
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| aint much more harsh than yours
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| i just express mines a little different
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| cause life aint fair but who really cares?
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| i no some people thats over here but they wanna be over there
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| i no some real cool cats ye but they wanna be bears an when i see em chasen
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| chickens i get heated like a flare
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| on your face looks scared ye space looks kinda teared
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| your a square and im beyond comparen im rare ye
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| and im sick of turnin apples into pears
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| soon as i get a little bit of it ima share
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| see i never try to mislead and i walk this planet keyed
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| yes indeed i cut off bleed
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| i sweatin tears untill im free
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| my set to the 213
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| my protect to the e-y-e
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| just soak it in despite all this anguish
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| for a book of human language |