| Part 1:
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| They say cut it out with all that blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
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| Money is not feasible with Mukke in these times
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| I say it's about more than a name and para
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| Mukke was family when there wasn't a pig for me
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| In a room in the women's shelter, alone with mom
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| Family at a distance — Rap was a father
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| Asked God for advice, but encountered Satan
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| Everything was fucked, I felt like a murderer
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| School overslept, the boxer at night, the hangover in the morning
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| The big ones called him victim, the teachers loser
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| It was said that they would soon let go, I knew that it was not true
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| As if? |
| Yes, of course — left, right — Yapma!
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| I learned to defend myself like the boys in Gaza!
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| I came home with blood on my starter Parker
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| Betrayed by friends, an eight on wrists
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| Beat, sheet and pen like medicine for the vice
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| No job — Oh what? |
| No mood - let it go!
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| None of them give me the slightest bit of water
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| The others went out drinking with girls
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| I sat there, treating myself
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| Had nothing but the music on the radar
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| Hook:
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| I have the sound I love in the box
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| Dis is my sound, medicine for the head
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| Who stays loyal to you through all this bullshit?
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| Just the Music — My Friend in the Box!
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| Part 2:
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| You talk about bling bling, you talk about success
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| I'm talking about meaning and love, I'm talking about value
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| They say you can do it, I ask what can I do
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| They say you fuck everything, I say I find it abnormal
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| Colleague I have money, didn't you listen to me?
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| Why am I releasing? |
| Man, because it's simply part of it
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| While the bullery is rummaging through my pockets again
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| Surely there's someone out there who feels my stuff
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| Headphones on, I don't want to hear what they're talking about
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| Take me away from this world, I can't understand it anyway
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| If God and humanity leaves me — it's ok
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| I switch off, sit back, press play, my Beats by Dre on volume
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| The sound in my cell phone
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| Any stress in my skull goes away
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| A few years ago, it was similar to me sitting there
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| Counseled myself, had nothing but the music on my radar |