| See, I was made in my father’s image and they belittle my deeds
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| Their lustful convictions pledge allegiance to the almighty power and greed
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| See, seeds born withered, parents still children, adolescent in their ways
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| Some preachers false prophets, educated pigeon droppers using our sins to get
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| paid
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| Slaves, give them freedom, but give them dope
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| Take away their leaders cause that gives them hope
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| Sell them dreams of changing things like they were never kings and queens befo'
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| As small as a giant
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| As small as a giant, I’m still riding
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| Hand on my sword, Good Lord I need time
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| Watch for the sun-eaters blocking our shine
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| Enlighten my kind, reason for rhyme
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| I’ma find Zion, free my soul
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| Repent for all the things I done till my eyes close
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| When the boat man come I’m paying my toll
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| Outside the gates of Heaven, pray to God I’m chose
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| As small as a giant
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| The beginning’s kinda dark, not too soft, fairly hard
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| Drenched with love from my mother, connected to her struggle
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| till she cut me loose, now what shall I do?
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| It was all so easy, look at how they treat me ever since she pushed me through
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| Now put me back in, stop these contractions
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| Water breaking, aw damn, I know it’s bout to happen
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| Failed events, no picket fence, a dream deterred
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| Bending liquor, chilling with my niggas, swishers and herb
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| Eviction notices, hopelessness thrown on my shoulders
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| God won’t give you more than you can handle, carry these boulders
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| Give it all I got until I get older
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| Couple of medals on my sleeve cause life made me a soldier
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| Reminisce on how it was way back when
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| when some thangs were better off way back then
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| As small as a giant, a promise so divided
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| Probably ain’t surprised in so long since we sung songs over large campfires
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| Cosbi was cool, but television is a lie
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| Some reason I relate to Survivor
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| Fresh Prince with no Uncle Phil
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| The Carlton that I knew never stayed where we lived, couldn’t play with those
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| kids
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| While they was reading books, we was playing cops and crooks
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| While they was writing essays, I was writing hooks momma
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| I’ll be that nigga on TV
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| cause people like Bow Wow and Soulja Boy make it look easy
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| No pun intended, hoping they get offended
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| I’m throwing up if these niggas spitting
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| Didn’t write it, but recite it like puppets on strings
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| Belittled as a peasant, but my bloodline is of kings
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| Knight in shining armor for this rap shit, I slash quick
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| towards a man’s beard, leaving gashes on these industry bastards
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| They can’t see what is real, don’t know how I feel
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| They weren’t raised where I live, in Mississippi
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| Rise and shine, no time for sleep, thinking bout eating
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| Leaving this place, long gone
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| I get no service on this earth, I need to phone home
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| Did too much dirt to talk to God, nowadays I get the dial tone
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| Try again tomorrow, my heart filled with sorrow
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| My family broke too, so why bother trying to borrow?
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| No car, no house, drug dealing, feeling like it might be
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| my only option to get meals, what else could I do?
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| Put yourself in my shoes
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| If you had no whip, you’d take some shortcuts too
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| There ain’t no time to be wasted, the world is going under
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| Nowadays can’t tell fall from spring and winter from summer
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| I wonder if this was meant to be
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| Maybe all the bullshit was meant for me, it takes a lot of energy
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| Break these chains, erase these thangs society put up on our brain
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| How could I explain it? |
| We ain’t free yet
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| Obama cool, but he ain’t sending me no free checks
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| They killing all my niggas, Lord forbid I’ll be next
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| Not now, got too many sorrows to say and kisses to give
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| They don’t feel how I feel, they weren’t raised where I live, in Mississippi |