| I weren’t gonna run, but this the furthest I’ve come
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| I was bursting my lungs
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| I should turn and leave the permanent done
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| 'Cause it hurts to see the worst in the one
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| Plus the mermaids they come with the vermin
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| Speaking words to how I’m undeserving
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| While I turn them into mine
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| Feeling black-tiled, looking further for the light and like
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| It’s what the cold and the murderers decide
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| It’s hard to be certain of the purpose of the grind
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| When it’s purposely designed
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| We learned to be the rhyme
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| Then we feel fatigued, need a sermon, need a sign
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| So we can feel at ease, a blur between the lines
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| I pray away the strain on my vertebrae
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| I lay awake like, «what does the worker make?»
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| Just enough to leave him poor but deserve a break
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| I came aboard though, I learned to wait
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| This will be my train of thought 'til I terminate
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| Hard to believe we get so far so soon
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| Haven’t even passed the first isle of the showroom
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| Calm and collected, I tried to home in on the stars
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| But at this point there’s no need to mention the past
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| Seems the future’s still coming in fast
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| But my day-to-day life is a mercury of the art
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| And lately I’ve been lacking in charm
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| And the planet I’m from still spins between Venus and Mars
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| Heat fickle, mind unstable
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| Sand on my socks, but always a little food on the table
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| And I’ll keep on until I’m no longer able
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| 'Til my shoes are worn out, and the stories turn fiction to fable
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| 'Til my diction’s disabled and I’m slower
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| Too old for playing the fool or the joker
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| 'Til I could get the hurdles I never got over
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| I learned three days shy, on the seventh of October
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| It’s mandatory that you go to supervision. |
| Now supervision is basically focus
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| once a week. |
| You get out with them. |
| 'Cause they know the work you do is highly
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| stressful. |
| So I thought, you know what there’s a stigma on men don’t go to
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| therapists, black people don’t go to therapists. |
| So I though, they need to know
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| what this is about
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| So at first, yeah, I’m just there. |
| And I just though, you know, what am I gonna
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| talk about? |
| I literally though, like, there’s nothing really to talk about.
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| And I thought, «yeah, just tell me about work or whatever.» |
| And by the time
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| yeah, it was like the third week or something, yeah, I was like bruv,
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| do you know how healthy this is? |
| I don’t think they understand.
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| A lot of people go to get validation in other places, they’re just trying to
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| get this. |
| I know people that go to church, try to get what this guy’s giving me
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| here |