| It’s the mind of the adventurous
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| Used to being shy but he mischievous
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| And catch 'em by surprise like Christmases
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| Now that I got everybody watching like witnesses
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| This sketch artist sharp like Picasso with his vividness
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| Like Jaden, ain’t no way they gonna picket it
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| I’m sick with it, they never opposed like it was fitting in
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| Sick with it and never opposed to be fitting in
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| Before switching I would wish death like many men
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| I’m illustrating with the pen, call it painting
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| Getting rich or die trying, patiently waiting
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| My trail been blazing, I’m reminding them of Damien
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| Known to terrorize in any space they try to place me in
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| Like gyms, I’ll embrace it within
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| And blocking out any who watchers who been hating my spin
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| I been trying to get it proper but the
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| Cause like doctors for anorexia, my patience is thin
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| Feel I been here again and again
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| Again and again, again and again
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| And all that we knowing is to win or descend
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| Win or descend, win or descend
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| And I be out long giving ten out of ten
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| Ten out of ten, ten out of ten
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| I fear I’ll be here again and again
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| Again and again, again and again
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| My biggest fear is dying and then waking to be here
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| Trapped in the Matrix with fakeness and the hate from my peers
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| Been feeling this for some years, it’s sincere and never leaving
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| There’s gotta be more to this cause there’s nothing new I’m seeing
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| I feel like I’m in a life loop, dying and repeating
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| On the edge of tomorrow and just cruising for a reason
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| I’m trying to figure this out so I’m finally leaving
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| And really I ain’t tweaking, I’m just seeking the meaning
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| This can’t be it, life has got to more than this horrible pit
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| All the ism, you can keep us in the prism and split
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| Got their mind in a prison that they’ll never forget
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| And I’m as free as a bird and
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| I’m free bird alone, should I what I wish
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| My mind’s like a satellite, I use it like dish
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| Networking with the gift and abyss
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| I can’t miss, nah not this
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| Bulls eye when the darts fly by, I’ma hit
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| This is it, Mike Jack with the rap when I spit
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| I’m legit, they the kind I been trying to omit
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| Showing Rick they were hating
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| Feel I been here again and again
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| Again and again, again and again
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| And all that we knowing is to win or descend
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| Win or descend, win or descend
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| And I be out long giving ten out of ten
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| Ten out of ten, ten out of ten
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| I fear I’ll be here again and again
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| Again and again, again and again |