| Only God knows how we’ll all end up Get so corrupt, we can’t give up, we got to keep on pushing
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| (Keep on pushing, ain’t no stopping us)
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| Ain’t no stopping us A child of the essence, turning degrees into perfection
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| My struggle is now objective to meet the rightous direction
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| The life lessons, but what they all about?
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| If I took the dolo route, and I left the people out
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| Non-personal connects, low-cost effects
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| Bound to meet my doom for regrets so I just
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| Put all praises down to Allah, plus the block
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| Pull my family ties in one big knot
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| Respect the divine that makes me help me ride to the top
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| And do a trip to a past never forgot
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| «Clap your hands now»
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| Where do I go from here, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Till I find my past, the life I knew, the life I knew
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| I’m holding on to my roots cause they pulling my leaves
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| I traveled over seas, got 400 degrees
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| It’s the city life, trife concock the scheme
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| To play apon my dreams still fulfillin' my needs
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| Well I don’t know, whatever happened to my past
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| Wait I gotta think about (I don’t care) how long I can last
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| I don’t know as long as I get over my worlds most biggest fears
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| Cause I’m drenched in sweat for family tears
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| So ah, where do I go from here, I don’t know
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| I don’t know, till I find my past, the life I knew
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| (The life I knew) the life I knew
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| All in the game a young female, so intelligent
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| And deep like seashells, uh, I’m from L.A. so I gotta cap to adapt
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| Plus interact with the black folks
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| And blowin' smoke ain’t never been a problem
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| It’s waking up and facing the drama
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| Can’t let you hang, maintain, run game, pimp thangs
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| And roll my land cruiser like it’s on Danna Danes
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| Uh, it’s show low, the west coaster, you know
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| Let you boost like I’m suppose ta
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| «Clap your hands now» |