| Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime
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| Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine
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| I was busy building up a reputation
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| Did a lot of things out of desperation
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| Back up on my feet, got the motivation
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| Now I found my faith and a good vibration
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| Search for you, lover, creation
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| When you’re feeling down in this place, just replace them
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| Keep a vision on the one you’ve been chasing
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| When the time comes we’ll run to the station
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| We’ve been laced with the powers of creation
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| So when the Sun sets, you bet you must face them
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| Remember when we were running 'cross the nation
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| We were living for the here and now
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| You can’t catch me
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| I’ll be gone by the time they come
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| You can’t catch me
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| The war is already won
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| Even though the children have sold their guns
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| We must remember the fallen ones
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| Remember the fallen ones
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| Raised in the capital of Port-au-Prince
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| Born with them pillars in them tenements
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| Papa used to run from the immigration
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| When we got to the United Station
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| A teen under pressure, had to blend in
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| Before the guitar I had a MAC 10
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| Search for you, lover, creation
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| When you’re feeling down in this place, just replace them
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| Keep a vision on the one you’ve been chasing
|
| When the time comes we’ll run to the station
|
| We’ve been laced with the powers of creation
|
| So when the Sun sets, you bet you must face them
|
| Remember when we were running 'cross the nation
|
| We were living for the here and now
|
| You can’t catch me
|
| I’ll be gone by the time they come
|
| You can’t catch me
|
| The war is already won
|
| Even though the children have sold their guns
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| We must remember the fallen ones
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| Remember the fallen ones |