| I know I’m crazy, definitely hazy
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| But right now I feel like life is quite amazing
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| No sea of changing anytime soon
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| Man, it’s so strange when you wake up to the truth that
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| We take for granted all the special things we’re handed
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| But I still know my God is one for second chances so
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| Go find the glory, go write your story
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| But just don’t lose your head along the way while you exploring
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| My phone gets boring, this world’s a forest
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| We cut 'em down and build a nation that’s ignore it
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| People got problems, bigger than money
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| We see these oceans so we leave the faucet running
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| It’s never easy to see the joy inside a child’s eyes
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| Holding to his mama as she laughs and he smile’s wide
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| Little does he know it, that boy’s a poet
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| 'Cause he’s the reason why I wrote this song to show that
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| I know that money talks, but baby boy don’t lose your voice
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| Fighting over energy, who is the enemy?
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| We spending millions out in space but we got plenty needs
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| Right on this holy green, we live in doubt by greed
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| But we’re to busy working dead end jobs to make us neat
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| We still got hungry streets, we still got mouths to feed
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| I don’t need nothing but a dream and opportunity
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| Don’t need felony, this modern slavery
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| So many choices, we don’t know just what this freedom means
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| It’s never easy, I see the joy inside my nephews eyes
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| Holding to his mama as she smiles and his eye’s wide
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| Little does he know it, that boy’s a poet
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| 'Cause he’s the reason why she had that life to show that
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| I know that money talks, but baby girl don’t lose your voice
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| From my head to my toes, tryna stay composed
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| But my heart’s becoming cold and I’m frozen
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| Anywhere the wind is blowing I’m going
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| I’ll be floating till I die like my homies in the sky
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| R.I.P. |
| Charlie, hope you still remember me
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| Back in high school used to smoke and drink Hennessy
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| How can it be life, don’t go on in the sleep
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| We wanna believe but belief is the enemy now
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| It’s never easy, I see the joy inside a child’s eyes
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| Holding to my brother as I’m staring in his crying eyes
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| Little does he know it, that man’s a poet
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| 'Cause he’s the reason why I wrote this song to show that
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| I know these demons talk, but baby boy don’t lose your voice
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| I know this money talks, but baby boy don’t lose your voice
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| I know these demons talk, but baby boy don’t lose your voice |