| I had faith that the youth has to save the day
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| We gotta let the chips fall where they may
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| Feud Elvis paved the way, however I’m ashamed to say
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| The foundation just faded away
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| I told the limelight bovine in the cold mine
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| Sometimes it gets so dark your soul can’t shine
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| What you do when justice takes years or more?
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| But your world is 24 hours from being destroyed
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| No time machines to tamper inbetween reality
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| No time for apathy or religious fantasy
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| Just you against the dragon beast
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| What you gonna do? |
| (What you gonna do?)
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| I don’t know. |
| That’s why I’m asking you
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| Ima die on my feet like my favorite OG
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| My favorite OG ain’t dead yet, blame it on me
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| Stay frosty, wake up like «Bis, get off me!»
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| And I don’t calm down till I taste my coffee
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| The blind man jump batman, no rope
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| That’s the only way to get outta this hellhole
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| Just be honest, you made a false positive promise
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| The rap artists piling up like ocean garments
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| So operative bullnose, full blown turbo flow
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| You motherfuckers don’t deserve no dough
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| They gotta U. S Republic minority budget
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| To start a school for hip hop, nonprofit or public
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| You see anyone that tells you they coming to save you? |
| is lying
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| 'Cause you gotta save yourself
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| No matter what happens in the spiritual world of action
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| They wanna be compensated to hell
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| When they deal with their own they pull the trigger too late
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| But everyone else get dealt with, they don’t hesitate
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| No mercy, no time to marinate
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| They ain’t satisfied till we living in a terra-state
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| Guess what, we’ll get used to it
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| Ain’t nothing new to us
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| Adapt to the just, that’s how we used to do it
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| Destructive humans, destructive underground acoustics
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| They totally destroyed our music
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| Stripped of our honor; |
| laid down the rest in the garden
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| Martyred, no chance of post-humuous pardon
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| Too bad, rag top jag sugar hill swag
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| Ride around with the top down listening to jazz
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| 'Cause y’all act like y’all so much better than cavemen
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| But all that knowledge just brought you enslavement
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| Sentient, awareness, remove
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| Dumbed down in a careless mood, I’m barely amused
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| So much more pressure than ever
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| Should the predecessor be more or lesser than their successor?
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| Good question
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| Unapologetic regret, questions still go unaddressed
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| How he feels now is anybody’s guess
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| During this age of iron and widespread gun violence
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| The puppet masters strings are now wireless
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| Blindfolded, one more cigarette
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| What’s your last request?
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| Maybe that life can outlast death
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| In a metaphor turf war, the all time great work horse
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| The war of the worlds, just for the sport
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| On the other hand, I’ve got faith
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| The youth gotta save the day, the chips gotta fall where they may
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| The elders didn’t pave the way
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| I’m ashamed to say, that our future is the future we made
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| Ladies and gentleman… |