| Scoob, I feel what you saying, bro but, man, you always talking about Moon,
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| stars, quasars. |
| I mean, man, you sound like Elroy Jetson or some shit, bro
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| I’m saying though, like, there’s more to me than just gold tooth gangsta shit,
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| you dig?
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| I feel you
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| Like, like I’m on some enlighten the world Like teach these young niggas
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| something, know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| Let a muthafucka that there’s more to
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| life, man
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| Ain’t nobody teach me shit
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| Sick of the truth, searching for proof
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| Who do I ask? |
| Who’s in the loop?
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| Locked away answers, I need the key
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| It has to be something y’all keeping from me
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dirt
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| Walking this Earth, but what am I worth
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| Breath in this body and blood in these veins
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| The body’s a rental, how long am I staying?
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| Scatter my mental, I’m kinda resentful
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| All of these lies, it could’ve been simple
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| Whatever I make it, acknowledge and growth
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| Out of this matrix, I’m out of this hole
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| Rotting away, it’s eating my soul
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| Hungry for knowledge and eager to grow
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| Truth in the lies and I realize
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| I must go get it if I want to thrive
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| Push it aside, I feel it inside
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| I’m wasting my time if I’m meant to fly
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| But who am I? |
| Help me define
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| The man in the mirror with pain in my eyes
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| Trapped in the struggle and fighting the fire
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| Every desire’s the way that I’m wired
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| Asking for passage, show me the light
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| Chase it, embrace it with all of my might
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| I’m looking at the Moon and stars
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| Amazing how they fill the sky
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| Gazing out the sunroof
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| Tripping off of God’s design
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| I don’t even smoke weed
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| Feel me? |
| I ain’t even high
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| Can’t sleep at night, my brain got me asking questions — why?
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| Where do we come from?
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| Quasars up in my eyes
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| Truth behind God’s design
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| Got me asking questions like
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| Why do what I do when I was raised right?
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| And how I’m watching Pornhub on the late night?
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| Momma praised the Lord, maybe I ain’t pray right
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| I been searching for my soul in the dark, but in the daylight
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| Ain’t supposed to look at niggas like I look at 'em
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| Hold my finger and shook at 'em
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| Cops is popping 'em all through, then bookin' 'em
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| People ain’t seeing no good in 'em
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| In God we trust and He’s in us
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| And ain’t no Heaven above
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| Pray while I’m still breathing that people seeing that the Heaven is love
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| See that’s what I think
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| I don’t sleep at night, I just blink
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| Will I ever get rich off this while I’m just stressing and losing my hair in
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| the sink
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| Our mind is a gold mine that I think we just sitting on
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| On this planet we living on
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| They say for my seed’s speed is too fast for roots to slither on
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| And can’t forget that I was stolen
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| Brought to this land that we living on
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| Why their descendants is loving me?
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| In prison, whatever I’m spitting on
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| Which way do I go?
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| I need to know, Father, before I die
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| Ain’t got no manual to this shit
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| So I’m still asking «Why?»
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| I’m looking at the Moon and stars
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| Amazing how they fill the sky
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| Gazing out the sunroof
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| Tripping off of God’s design
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| I don’t even smoke weed
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| Feel me? |
| I ain’t even high
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| Can’t sleep at night, my brain got me asking questions — why?
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| Where do we come from?
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| Quasars up in my eyes
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| Truth behind God’s design
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| Got me asking questions like |