| Yeah
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| Some people wonder, ya know?
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| They say well, what have you learned?
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| To your left, your right
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| Your left (March with me!)
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| To your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| And to your left, your right (Ten-hut! Ten-hut!)
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| Your left, your right
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| (Hook)
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| What have I learned?
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| Surrounded by nothing but snakes and words
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| And what have I learned?
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| It don’t matter but nobody take a day here to concern
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| See the good in the ones that’ll burn
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| And you’ll never get all that you’ve earned
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| Don’t interrupt me, I speak to The Lord
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| Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned
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| Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed
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| In the temple cleanin the mental the evil that lurks
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| Comin up off of around the corner with dirty ass thoughts
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| Here’s thirty seconds to start
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| They slither like worms
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| They jealous of purity, jealous of people in love
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| They plot on the woman, destroy the connection
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| They see that you happy, came in from the scrubs
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| I’m tellin you bruh
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| They down with the serpent, it get in they mind
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| Believe the people who witness The Christ
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| Look at my life, and now they blind
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| Nobody to find
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| They sellin they souls, without even knowing I’ll catch 'em
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| Without definitions and give 'em renditions of scriptures and shit
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| I keep goin and goin but knowing is mine
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| I walk and I shine in the sublime, gotta ward off all the demons
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| Outta my thought, they thought come clog my conscience
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| I sit back and wake 'em, not literally thuggin
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| Just comin and clog up they mind
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| What have I learned?
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| What have I learned?
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| (Hook)
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| What have I learned?
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| Surrounded by nothing but snakes and words
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| And what have I learned?
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| It don’t matter but nobody take a day here to concern
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| See the good in the ones that’ll burn
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| And you’ll never get all that you’ve earned
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| Don’t interrupt me, I speak to The Lord
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| Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned
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| Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed
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| With a bounty on my head
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| And a county hold in my mind
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| Angels grippin my spine
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| Dear Lord, these are scandalous times
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| We livin in Revelation, nation against nation
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| Flood in the hood, on a boat like Haitian
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| Me and little brother, we are runnin for salvation
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| Every day comin to face temptation
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| Case in joint, at the base of the point
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| At the place with a Dutch and enjoy, little soulja boy
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| Ya better keep ya boys and no noise, no boys sendin in no toys
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| And runnin with stock, ya better watch the cops
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| Ya better get off the block
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| You mean to tell me that motherfuckas is still sellin rocks at the spot?
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| With a Glock, and a knot, da-da da-da-da, eyy
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Dead in the heart
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| Dead man walkin, man, don’t need to start
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| A tear from the above, but we thuggin in the park
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| Another dog, she barked it
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| On the porch with a sawed-off shotgun, ready to spark
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| On the multitude (Is that all you got?)
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| Tryin’a shock the dude, get him in his heart
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| And laugh at him fast, like hen and a hog
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| Run into I, you better hold that stack
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| Weeded out, then baby even now
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| Poor child in the hood, no hood, no doubt, no wood, no hort, no hood, no shout
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| Ambu-lances, coroners, and some that never know no doors
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| Brain cartiladge up on that floor
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| It’s one friend, please let me take it one most
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| (Hook)
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| What have I learned?
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| Surrounded by nothing but snakes and words
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| And what have I learned?
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| It don’t matter but nobody take a day here to concern
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| See the good in the ones that’ll burn
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| And you’ll never get all that you’ve earned
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| Don’t interrupt me, I speak to The Lord
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| Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned
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| Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed
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| Grind in the days in a maze
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| And amazed with the phase in the plague of a homeboy blazed
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| Now the homeboy slayed and the streets so crazed
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| Know that he prayed, that shit is played
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| It’s ok, it’s alright
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| Spirit’ll be better when you see that light
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| When you see that flight
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| And Allah provide, perfections, let’s go take a ride
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| Loadin' up clips, hollow tips
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| Ready for murder, swallow this
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| Follow this, model this
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| With death, you don’t have to swallow shit
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| When it’s bottled up and it tastes like piss
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| Ridin' on up, thumbs up and flip with a clip
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| Niggas off with the hurt and pain, but the hurt remains
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| Hurt remains
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| (Hook)
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| What have I learned?
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| Surrounded by nothing but snakes and words
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| And what have I learned?
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| It don’t matter but nobody take a day here to concern
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| See the good in the ones that’ll burn
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| And you’ll never get all that you’ve earned
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| Don’t interrupt me, I speak to The Lord
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| Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned
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| Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed
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| (March with me!)
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| To your left, your right
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| Your left, your right
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| And to your left, your right
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| Your left, your right |