| I’m in my crib feeling blast
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| Early afternoon session and my homies just left
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| All of a sudden started feeling mad stressed
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| Like an elephant was standing on my mother fucking chest
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| Now I start to panic and the game took in false
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| Agitated by accelerated rates of my pulse
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| I called up my lady like I think I’m dying, hon
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| She said, get off the phone with me and call 911
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| I tried, cause shit was really faded in a hurry at this point
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| The numbers on my phone was all blurry and shit
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| But by the grace of god I managed to dial
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| And told them please send somebody to my crib right now!
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| I knew that that’s the only way that I would stand a chance
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| I’m a rider, but now I’ll be riding in an ambulance!
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| They found me face down on a pavement
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| Probably thinking about my tombstone engravement
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| Vague memories were begging for resistance
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| They said they couldn’t help me
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| But we’re just a short distance from a hospital
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| Mass general, class medical facility, incredible professional abilities
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| Next thing that I remember was my mom’s voice
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| Ain’t she in VA and holding my hands
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| My aunt Joyce, what’s going on?
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| How long have I been strapped to this table?
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| I wanna speak, but the ventilator makes me not able
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| I’m hoping that is just a nightmare
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| But every time I open my eyes I’m right there
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| Tools and machines everywhere, I guess they’re helping me survive
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| Well, at least I’m alive!
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| Been down, been down, now, now I’m back
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| Been down, been down, now, now I’m back
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| Been down, been down, now, now I’m back
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| Never felt more alive
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| A so called heart attack
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| Got you brother acting, ICU
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| You almost murdered me
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| It’s time for a emergency, surgery
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| In and out of consciousness, doping me up
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| Not knowing they’re about to call, open me up
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| They couldn’t hesitate, they had to saw through my chest plate
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| It’s sort of wild how they fix my aortic valve
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| Artificial parts and wires will take months to heal
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| Now it’s for real when I say that I’m the man of steel
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| Friday the 13th, the day that I won’t be hating soon
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| Cause friends and family was pondering in the waiting room
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| Words spread quicker than a stronger aroma
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| Roumer was that your boy was in a comma, yeah!
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| Shit was serious, of course I was oblivious
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| Damn near frozen, but not decomposing
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| Best friend in my ear saying I’m the chosen one
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| The resurrection, far from the dead direction
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| Cousin hugging my arm for what felt like days
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| For all the love I was amazed
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| Then the docs finally let me know that I would survive
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| I can’t believe I’m alive
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| Been down, been down, now, now I’m back
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| Been down, been down, now, now I’m back
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| Been down, been down, now, now I’m back
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| Never felt more alive
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| Trust me all, the shit does not tickle
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| Tubes buried in my belly steady eatin' popsicles
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| IVs and catheter felt like I was massacred
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| Thanking God I’m not the one they had to buy the casket for
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| But even now while I’m dropping this rhyme
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| I’m recognizing if it’s not your time, it’s not your time!
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| I went from an unimaginable death
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| To smile at my homies while I took my first steps
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| My head cleared when I stopped taking vicodin
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| Now all I think about it is getting on this mic again
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| And to each and everyone who said a prayer for me
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| Shed a tear for me, maybe put one in the air for me
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| All I Can say is thanks for giving me strength
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| Because I truly believe you increased my life’s length
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| All I had to do is show some dedication
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| Now all I gotta do is take a little medication
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| You won’t help me avoid disaster
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| In the come back, better stronger and faster
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| Now it’s my mission to prove that I’m deserving
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| Cause thanks to God ya’ll and brilliant surgeons
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| I’m alive!
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| Been down, been down, now, now
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| Been down, been down, now, now
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| Been down, been down, now, now
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| Never felt more alive, never felt more alive |