| A question was raised to me the other day
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| «Why it seem I always have joy?»
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| Well, I’d like to take time to set the record straight.
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| All the joy I’ve ever known
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| Has disappeared
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| — into motherfuckin' thin air
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| Like it’s never even been there
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| My joy left me y’all
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| God’s rain water flow through the same gutter
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| That we, walk today, gotta stay brave brother
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| Keep your lips stiff, keep your fist clenched
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| At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch
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| And I can’t stop feelin' guilty smilin'
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| A wise man once told me that every cloud has a silver lining
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| I wanted to believe him but it’s a trick to find 'em
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| When the people around me continue dying
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| Granddad was in the twilight of his life
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| When he closed his eyes tight and opened his wrists wide
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| What make a tenth round fighter with the winning score
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| Decide he need to throw the towel before the whistle blow
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| Maybe I’ll never know
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| But I inherited his poetic soul so the symbolism’s yet to show
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| Was life so obscene that death’s more serene?
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| Or was an old author tryin' to write his own closing scene?
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| Nothing stings like knowing that the woman that gave me this life
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| Is being eaten from the inside
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| I thought we never make shit right
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| I wish I’d have viewed it once clear before you were done here
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| That’s two in one year that I let leave here
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| Loving me without shedding one single tear
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| Either I’m one of the strongest people left
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| Or y’all should stone me for even tryin' to steal breath
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| And God’s rain water flow through the same gutter
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| That we, walk today, gotta stay brave brother
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| Keep your lips stiff, keep your fist clenched
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| At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch
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| They say shit’s strapped but you all by yourself, ain’t ya?
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| Damn straight, I got a jail cell nature
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| Been boxed up but I never been settled in
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| Him got tough started developing leather skin
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| I learned to make that face that tells predators
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| It’s better to re-assess just who you 'bout to wrestle with
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| I’m on one like the first kick drum of the beat
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| Clear my lungs, spit blood on the street
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| They telling me we got nothin' to fear but fear itself
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| But I fear I have no human fear left
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| Some day I’m gonna wanna peel back these calluses
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| And really feel life again and that’s what my challenge is
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| I been kickin' and bitin' for so long and
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| When they throw me a rescue rope I’ll be too weary to hold on
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| And see the light, so I sing through the tears
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| In the key of life, the way a wounded eagle might
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| And God’s rain water flow through the same gutter
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| That we, walk today, gotta stay brave brother
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| Keep your lips stiff, keep your fist clenched
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| At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch
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| My joy left me y’all
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| She don’t show her face around these parts
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| Every time she come she get chased off
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| So she stay distant
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| If it wasn’t for me squintin' he wouldn’t know the sun was out
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| I hate every word that come outta his fuckin' mouth
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| Ladies treat him special, don’t know nothin' 'bout him
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| They saw what his wife see they wouldn’t fuss 'bout him
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| He can’t do shit right but rap and make babies
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| And babies need daddy at home consistent
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| But rap keep daddy on the road religious
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| So even in my two loves my soul’s so conflicted
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| My son came into this world innocent
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| He deserves everything that he needs to live in it
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| And this home I made for him is broken
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| I’m hopin' his love for me will never grow thin
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| It hurts daddy to no end to know when
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| You’re cryin' at the hospital I’m out tryin' to rock a show
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| I made a vow that we’d never be broke again
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| And I’d never be a burden on another friend
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| So when I’m sweatin' on my farewell stage
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| And wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book
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| When I get my last line of approval from my family
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| This is the man that I have to be
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| And God’s rain water flow through the same gutter
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| That we walk today, gotta stay brave brother
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| Keep your lips stiff, keep your fist clenched
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| At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch
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| Sometimes
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| I feel
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| Like I’m Al-most gone |