| Yeah, crazy ups and downs you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Crazy how the world
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| runs, word up. |
| Check it out. |
| Bring it on.
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| Hook:
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| Lord I try to keep positive, but this life is full of strife
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| And I’m tired of trying to conquer it Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong
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| Until the beast in me vanishes
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| First of all I was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher
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| Never saw what life had to offer
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| Time slips away like pop singles on the radio
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| Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
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| Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
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| My aspirations from every angle
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| From a street corner to a demo deal from Warner
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| Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn’t
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| I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap
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| It goes to prove that
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| Being the greatest lyricist can’t paint the full picture
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| It’s a full mixture, I can’t get no, no satisfaction
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| Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption
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| I need some time to ease my mind, I’m bested
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| Fuck Mr. Wendal my Development is Arrested
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| All I wanted to do was rock with my fast ass
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| And blast past the mass, collect quick cash
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| Did what I did best create, but began to hate
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| All these flake music people makin’artists wait
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| But I’m a be up there one day
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| And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume
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| I view this world through my notepad
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| Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it’s all bad
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| Hook (x2)
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| When I was merely a sophmore, went to Atlanta on a false tour
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| This ain’t what I prayed so hard for
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| Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain
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| Figurings attached to me like barnacles
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| Now I’m suppose to be happy like Bobby McFerrin
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| Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers I’m wearin'
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| 89'I aimed to graduate, no exaggerate
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| Evaporating positive energy from inside of me To the point where my love for God no more provides for me Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides
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| To paradise nobody invites but puts the Bill Of Rights
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| 1430 SAT proving ya, I’m a spick that’ll die respective like Rahoul Julia
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| So cease with, all that street shit
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| Expect MC from Chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit
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| Until I see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven
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| For? |
| entertainment this is my expression
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| Prepare wealth and I’ll share self, maybe I can help
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| But I’m lost but I be large anywhere else
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| The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist
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| The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this
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| And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends
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| Till then, it’s all bad
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| Hook (x2)
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| Unanswereed prayers plays the background, I pull my baseball caps down
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| I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers
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| I finally got on and soon he wasn’t a moment to I lose my mind, I lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too
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| I’m going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall
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| Record just went platinum, I’m slapping 'em, I’ll show you all
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| Cover of Rolling Stones, Vibe even TV Guide
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| Was filming my first movie in L.A. when I heard my baby died
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| Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful
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| Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral
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| I stay drunk and high like I’m imperial
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| Surrounded by more white groupies than a Rakim video
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| Now life’s a tour to me, except the way I was rejected formally
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| Disrespected neighborhoods I know supported me It’s eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly
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| What I worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me
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| I’m paranoid my own mom can’t avoid being a tabloid
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| So she wasn’t shocked when my baby flopped
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| Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly
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| Now I’mve been robbed, I can’t believe my laywers did this to me Next album was filled up with tragedy and despair
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| Fans with smiling faces with no real purpose for being here
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| I call the dear Lord when in Billboard
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| I plummet from 3 to 10 I guess failure is my new trend
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| Thought I was all that, now I just fall flat, splat
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| Vails of crack, my old friends won’t let me call back
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| So where in mind can I find myself a misty storm invisible to God
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| I’m falling off like TJ Swan
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| Hook (x2) |