| Then I snapped out of the vision
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| Couldn’t remember where I was, shit it took me a minute
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| All I could hear was sirens ringing
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| Why am I stood here with this pistol gripping
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| Bredren pulling at my shirt and screaming to run
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| I don’t know why I should come
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| My legs moved anyway, ran across the highroad
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| Back to the block, in his flat, closed the blindfold
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| We’re safe now it’s a state where you don’t go
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| AIn’t nobody gonna talk to the po-po
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| Couple man, ballies on their face, gats on their waist
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| Shit, ain’t no tale to relate
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| I knew right there I was faking the pavement
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| I was destined for stages and pages
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| The inspiration that I came with, I can’t explain it
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| You probably think I create it
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| The current comes through, I just conduct it
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| Practice my shit, then put the trust in energy
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| From the visions that I’ve seen
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| It’s like a dream but a much more vivid scene
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| The energy
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| From the visions that dwell in me
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| And provide a guide as if they were a spell on me
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| Inevitably though we all put them secondary
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| But we gotta follow if we are to overcome the lethargy
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| Done all this and kept my integrity
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| Spat the same politics, who ain’t legendary?
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| Yeah right
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| That brings us back to last night |