| Truth is something we may never know
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| Someday we’ll be free and take control
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| Wake your mind up, you feel the earth spinnin?
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| You heard your voice was insignificant, I heard different
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| Committed people change the world even in small groups
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| It’s the only way that it happens man it’s all truth
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| John Lennon knew it, and Martin Luther knew it
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| The truth is you find it inside the heart of any human
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| So if you’re ready do it unlock it and set it free
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| Rest in peace, Jack and Bobby Kennedy, let it be
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| Where did Amphetamine originate? |
| It’s man made
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| The war on drugs is just a motherfuckin band aid
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| And you’ve been fed lies, caught up in the head lights
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| I’m bout to break bad, Walter White tread light
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| Waitin at red lights, sit for the control system
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| Heroin addicts smack their arm and go to soul prison
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| Discard a dream for that sweet fix, feed addiction
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| And we don’t read directions, … or need prescriptions
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| I know a lot of people out there don’t believe in us
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| What freedom is, freedom was or what it even does
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| We’ll see what’s up when the score finally evens up
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| And these corrupted leaders pay for all the ways they treated us I know…
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| These aren’t the arches, regardless, you gotta luv it
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| It’s either that or leave it so pray to the god above it
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| They wish for crowns and heaven with brethren, I got a budget
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| Open the cellar door to escape and somebody shut it
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| And what I inhale is a little more than Kim Trells
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| No matter what I puff and burn, I’m neva fly as Denzel
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| But if it’s true to you that I deserve the fire in hell
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| They must have made you the executioner, you got the intel
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| And? |
| fails, stood up against
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| And actions will go unnoticed, that’s even if they meant well
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| I drive a point, go a hammer on it when it’s nail
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| The haters mad at me as if I’m the reason that should sell
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| You’ll neva catch me in the pixie, I ain’t gettin' near 'em
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| I know they make these tracks about me, but I’ll never hear 'em
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| Sometimes I roll up and wonder where do I get it
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| This time uncontrollable urge of the driving force of my spirit
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| Peel it up, it’s a habit, I’m feeling peace when I’m on it
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| Wrestled with it at times, but I couldn’t stop if I wanted
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| My blood is in the pin and I develop it with every drop
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| And I know they pray that I quit, it’s the reason I neva stop
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| Rock until I’m rottin', like fuck the spot that I’m not in
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| I feel double O T like in everybody was jockin'
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| They come to pick my brain for the answers like I was Plotin
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| The difference is that my album’s droppin', so who you mockin'? |