| Through the valleys in the shadows of death
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| I half step off the sidewalk to catch my breath
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| While they glorify thoughts that immortalize chalk
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| I jog life through cemeteries where? |
| mortifieds walk
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| Took the hawk out, feed it chickenhearts when its dark out
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| Parked in a dark spot where havenots talk loud
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| About anything sinking under the sun
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| Converse mind never spotless died a hundred and one
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| Saw a child without his shoes tied run with a gun
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| Yelling back at one saying all he wanted was fun
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| Where’s the love touched the dial and the crowd went wild
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| When the hand hit the three and the nine time smiled
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| And I glanced at it, I saw an old man dance frantic
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| Aint no half step he was playing out of band blasting
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| It was tragic when the magic in the city left
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| Good thing the people by the sea kept plenty depth
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| Some say they would throw a bottle of wishes
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| Out to the fishes who presented it as visions to the other side
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| I never swam that far
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| But I saw the same results casting cars at falling stars
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| Thought it from the tippy the people from the city sang country tunes
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| And humbly tripped the humpty under drunken moons
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| A baboon used to gamble his jewels to pay dudes
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| His hand was so hot he thought that ever moon was june
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| Ayo my man took a flag out the moon and made a cape
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| Gave away saturns rings to venus and changed space
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| Told? |
| philosophers the heart aint a stone its a ruby
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| Every beat it made turned to compliments and precious jewellery
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| And the world rained diamonds simaultaneous
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| The homeless were the only ones who knew of the engagement
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| I sat and sang hymns on the empty stage faded
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| Woke up the next morning on a crystallized pavement
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| Wondering where the day went
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| Golden gates sent down an angel who told me to hear the secrets
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| I didnt know I was holding
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| That moment rap slogans were quoted like scriptures
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| Rich folk went broke and spent the night with us
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| I invited my niggas to rock tuxes at the function
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| Bebop was transformed to boom bap production
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| It was true that the subject reminded me of someone
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| Her face kept changing from one to another one
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| I added all my numbers up and counted out a blessing
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| Equated lifes lessons, subtracted my transgressions
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| Rested on a mountain where a woman ran naked
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| Heard the last call right before they played my mans record
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| At last we were headed to a place more familiar
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| The eyes opened so wide to earth they could fill up
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| I took a picture of her with her hair up in a rainbow
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| And when I finally met her I just asked her why she changed so |