| I’m walkin' the line…
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| I’m walkin' the line…
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| Heavy head as I sit and write, my mental scattered everywhere
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| My thoughts are all jumbled up, a cluster fuck, in despair
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| My life is such a bitch to bare, the smoke seems to never clear
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| Takin' calls, helpin' y’all, but when I fall, nobody’s there
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| They tell me life ain’t ever fair, tell me that my heart is rare
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| Tell me how I’m livin' is forgiven if I practice prayer
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| Wishin' I was unaware, livin' life without a care
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| Rollin' through the hills on bad wheels, I ain’t got a spare
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| Fightin' but I’m ill prepared, a titan tryin' to hold my square
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| Enlightened, kinda frightened with the sights as I become aware
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| Hold the elevator, second thought, I’ma take the stairs
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| Struggle as I’m getting there, embrace the journey I ain’t scared
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| What they sellin' I can’t hear it, I’m rebellin' that’s my spirit
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| Kinda groggy, not the clearest, pourin' whiskey, somethin' serious
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| A penny for my thoughts, then all these thoughts is bought
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| Continuing this walk, just hoping I ain’t lost
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| I got trouble on my mind
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| They keep tellin' me that it’ll be just fine
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| I’m walkin' the line (I'm walkin' the line) I’m walkin' the line
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| I’ve got so much on my mind
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| They keep tellin' me that it’ll be just fine
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| I’m walkin' the line (I'm walkin' the line) I’m walkin the line
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| This news on this TV, depressin' as a muh’fucka
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| Thinkin' its just TV but its real as a muh’fucka
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| Shit done really hit the fan
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| Everybody show they hands
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| Choose a side, where you stand?
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| Plant your feet and be a man
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| Liberty and justice for all like Mamma Yates say |