| Now we’ve all traveled the long road
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| The one that’s crooked and wide
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| We’ve abandoned the narrow path
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| Now we’re lost and shooken inside
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| Tryna find god, running from self
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| Looking everywhere else
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| But inside the place, inside our face
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| That our god is to our wealth
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| As we chase dreams, with straight shots
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| A hard liquor, we facade quicker
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| In a tall mirror, and somehow think
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| We seeing god clearer
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| And as we sink deeper
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| Within thin sheets
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| We begin to sleep
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| And as we slumber somehow stumble and turn into sheep
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| Inception’s risin', deception’s hidin', conceptualizin'
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| And now the dream turn nightmare is what’s on the horizon
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| Can’t tell night from day
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| Can’t tell wrong from right
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| Cause now good and evil is blended and it’s all in sight
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| It’s called hell’s pollution
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| The resolution is evolution
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| Revolution is no solution
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| Look to the devil and salute im'
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| And when you done that
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| Is when you’ll find a fun fact
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| The closer you grow to him
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| The more you’ll just where the sun’s at
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| And then you’ll see them bun stack |
| And then you’ll see how one’s at
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| And then you’ll understand the reason labels fund these dumb acts
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| Cuz' they reflect you
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| Yet you reject me
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| I’ve owned up to who I am
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| Yes I accept me
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| I’ve got my mind to feed
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| Can’t worry bout' bullshit blinding me
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| Humans are another kind to me
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| But constantly reminding me
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| That flesh is real
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| Fiending for that sex to feel
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| Gone of that exit pill
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| What’s really right is invest to kill
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| Cuz' shit won’t change
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| Pray to who you want
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| Cuz' right when you think they’ve changed
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| That’s when they do you wrong
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| Using excuses that’s useless instead of moving on
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| That’s why I fall deep into his own
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| And then it’s fuck you leave me alone
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| Is it being raised, or how your semen’s late
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| So does being gay come from your DNA?
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| Give it up can’t free your slave
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| Niggas out here gon' be for days
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| All them hoes like Stevie Jay
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| I’m just straight on being paid
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| I’m lonely, fuck bitches
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| If she’s on me, it’s cuz' of my riches
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| Only worry bout' what she’s tryna get
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| Taught her bout zodiac signs and shit |
| She’s so god damn blinded with
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| I can never get behind a chick
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| (overan), I’m mashin' nine
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| I’m the only one that’ll be cash and I
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| Don’t care bout' tears or mass of snot
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| You’re so outta here like astronaut
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| So why y’all worry bout' passin' pot
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| And fall a victim to pastor’s plot
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| I ain’t know that answer’s not
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| Worth it
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| Of pursuit
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| Yes
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| Lost in the vastness of this madness
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| There I see the curse of an inverse mind
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| Spun and unlined
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| Done but shun the wise
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| With crumbs to idolize
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| Satisfied with alibis
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| Trying to shine amongst the blind
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| Enamored by glamour and outlandish standards
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| Stranded in disbanded bandits
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| Endorsing sideline bleacher preachers
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| Teaching platinum leeching tactics and retroactive practices
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| Parasitic critics and diminished exorcists
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| The democracy of hypocrisy
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| Pseudo-evolution
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| Meddling with trues, embellishing in mass confusion
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| The illusion is this
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| The divine straight path is really a cyclical quest
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| Not a mystical guess, nor a judgmental sect riddled in biblical texts
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| But invisible chess |
| We must consider all the pieces as we formulate our thesis in hopes of reaching
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| God status
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| Push the apparatus past the stratosphere of fear
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| Only in the darkness shall the truest light appear |