| There was a man he was often alone
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| Lost in his own thoughts caught in frivolous zone
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| Feelin' there’s no home to go where he’ll fit, and he’ll glow
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| So he stayed to himself as he said it in his stone
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| His heart, you couldn’t clone
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| Goin' toe to toe with a steel boot
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| Showin' all the courage he could show
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| But there’s only so much we control as we livin'
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| So the hand he was dealt led to erratic descions
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| But none of that mattered if it meant better livin'
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| So he went from trappin' to catchin' lil niggas slippin'
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| He was his own team, he was Jordan and Pippen
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| He never took an L, all he ever knew was winnin'
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| He knew that he was trippin' but couldn’t get caught slippin'
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| But it all went wrong when he really seen it different
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| He started to chill, but he was too defendant
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| He started to learn life right when his ended
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| Guess that’s the game of life
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| In the blink of an eye, you could say good night
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| No time to prepare to fight
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| Everything ain’t fair in the game of life
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| No, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| This game ain’t fair, I seen plenty prepare and lose
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| It’s the truth |