| Busy try’na block my blessings
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| Now the Catholics, since I’m rapping, this is my confession
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| Complete disclosure, full exposure, vocal indiscretion
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| Heavy message from a ghetto legend in your presence
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| Missed the past try’na get a grasp on the present
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| The world is spinning as I’m holding tight, I’m slipping off
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| No longer winning or contending, all I know is loss
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| Broad shoulders, heave loader, I can carry boulders
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| Steps lower, slipping more, I must be getting older
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| But half of me is more than any average man
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| So as I calculate and formulate my formal plan
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| With repentance and redemption and complete attrition
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| All me, no more we on this solo mission
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| I don’t need no one
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| To get where I’m going
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| People all around me
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| But Ima leave this place alone now
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| I know that it’s all me
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| I’m all that I need
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| You won’t see the vision
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| Because I’m on a solo mission
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| Solo dolo lately, that’s the only way I know
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| Solitary, constant prayer, hope my soul’ll grow
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| Drop the bottle, clean my mind, change the way I think
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| Overrated, overstated, I would rather drink
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| Sober self minus wealth now in better health
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| Like a two knot used that’s the only shelf
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| Out of place, anyplace, man it’s all fake
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| Different days, different ways, different plays to make
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| They say the maker only gives the man what he can take
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| Enough just to see what he needs just before he breaks
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| No mistakes have been written in the man’s fate
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| I see bitches in the scriptures so I grew my faith
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| Healing slowly but I’m better than the average man
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| So as I calculate and formulate my formal plan
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| With repentance and redemption and complete attrition
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| All me, no more we on this solo mission
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| I don’t need no one
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| To get where I’m going
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| People all around me
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| But Ima leave this place alone now
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| I know that it’s all me
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| I’m all that I need
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| You won’t see the vision
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| Because I’m on a solo mission
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| Here’s the moment that I prove it and I let em see
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| Bright lights got em looking like who is he
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| Gangsta nigga out the middle, good at twisting riddles
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| Block hero, hunt dinero, hungry hunting vittles
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| Dark shadow in the battle with my inner thoughts
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| I don’t travel with the cattle so they think I’m lost
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| Dodging prison with the rhythm tryin' to make a living
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| Clear vision on a mission trying to learn the -isms
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| Racism, dualism, and my gangsterism
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| Fatalism, hedonism, no fucks given
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| Sidetracked for a moment almost lost the vision
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| But I’m back and in the moment, I embrace the vision
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| Here I stand, chin up, ain’t a better man
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| So as I calculate and formulate my formal plan
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| With repentance and redemption and complete attrition
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| All me, no more we on this solo mission
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| I don’t need no one
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| To get where I’m going
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| People all around me
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| But Ima leave this place alone now
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| I know that it’s all me
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| I’m all that I need
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| You won’t see the vision
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| Because I’m on a solo mission |