| Damn, lost in that cage they gave you
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| Causing all that misbehavior
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| Must’ve thought he was bigger than his 40 acres
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| Ain’t nobody big as that bitch, blasphemy
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| Got a three day eviction paper
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| Waking up them nosy neighbors
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| He must’ve thought, he was bigger than his 40 acres
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| But ain’t nobody big as that bitch, blasphemy
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| You ain’t got no cash, don’t ask for me
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| Jack I don’t wear shackles on me
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| Heard these people have been shouting for freedom
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| See, we can be free but still picked on
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| Got an Uzi and it weighs a ton
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| One bullet still aimed at the sun
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| Who gives a fuck if he raises his gun
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| It’s all «Run Forrest, run Forrest»
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| Yeah, because there ain’t no sunshine
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| Don’t even get up, you ain’t gon' step
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| I’m goin'
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| Exodus, exit us
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| The mess was an excess of
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| Much, for what’s a tough get going when the going get tough
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| And the rush for the ruts get, rushed
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| They picked the weakest of the pack so we packing
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| More than a weekend 'fore we get back
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| The clock is only one way tickin'
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| Y’all tripping 'less y’all dipping on a one-way ticket
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| You can’t take it back
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| The road to atonement made like a Rolling Stone painted black
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| They paint it black too on the face though
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| Journey of a million miles powered by the power of Grayskull
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| What are you waiting for?
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| Line up for the high speed chase by a race
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| For a race of the grateful
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| Stay and you get what you pay for
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| You get what you prayed for, eight-fold
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| I’m out
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| «Celebrate my escape»
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| «You better watch out»
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| «Celebrate my escape»
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| «Don't try to walk, walk»
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| You better" «Run, run»
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| «You better» «Watch out»
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| «Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
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| Oppressed and the oppressors
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| We will be down no more
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| I bring you, the greatest game»
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| Wait, can you take a vacation from struggling everyday through the hurt and
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| humiliation
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| Of muddling through the mass of these everyday irritations
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| And get shit and getting spit on, hate on your occupation?
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| The system’s super shady and shackles your aspirations
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| Cultivating critical cracks and destiny’s destinations
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| You’re tired of being touched by these trivial tribulations
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| You just want the humbug unplugged, so why you waitin'?
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| You could call into reality, reserve a reservation
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| Catch a cab into the cosmos' coast, evacuated
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| Break the mirrors, toke the smoke, don’t choke, inhalation
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| Just when hope was getting low, don’t cope, ventilate it
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| Take your troubles and then let them blow outdo'
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| And maybe lace it, place it in faces
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| With critical cases who tastin' and spacin'
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| The fragrance they eagerly faded, wasted then elevated
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| New dreams in their blue bloodstream, marinated
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| Cause reality is too obscene, you have to hate it
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| So we looking for a brand new thing, we validate it
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| Where the love can only reign supreme
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| We hope you make it rocking bells until the freedom rings
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| We liberated at last |