| My first memory, my birthday on a party bus
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| Pops wasn’t there but that wasn’t obvious
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| In Mom’s arms, in God we trust
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| Black Mama love, everything marvelous
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| I didn’t know what I was missin', part of a system
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| Pops is gone, Uncle in prison
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| Inside wishin' for men to teach me 'bout girls and religion
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| Made my own rendition of grindin' and kissin'
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| Weekend calls to my Dad I’d listen
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| Still I felt distant, distant like love
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| There’s only so far that words could really hug
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| Didn’t wanna be a thug, older niggas I banged with
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| I learned a lot from them cuts in the basement
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| The smell of blunts laced with a little bit of spice
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| Wise, high niggas, giving me advice
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| We go out and start fights, scuff up our Nikes
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| Come back to talk crap and shoot a little dice
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| This is a slice of life and memories
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| Sittin' in my mind vividly, often they visit me
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| Oh baby
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh)
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| I’m just tryna find a way to understand (I'm tryna understand)
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| How do I rewind the tape and live in it? |
| (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
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| Stayin' out late and playin' in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Is it in God’s plan?
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| I’m just tryna find my way to understand it
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| Metaphors can’t explain how far I came
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| A young man at work, I made my own lane
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| Steered away from pain, relied on drive
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| There’s a old saying, «Don't cry, survive»
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| As I kept building there were cranes in the sky
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| Certain memories my brain would deny
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| A tear laid in my eye, I was afraid to reply
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| To the hurt that was callin', it came from the sky
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| An older play cousin, of course I trust him
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| But he was touchin' where he wasn’t supposed to be touchin'
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| What’s a kid supposed to do?
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| When they goin' through, what I was goin' through
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| Don’t know who to go to
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| You want to tell somebody
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| In many ways, I failed somebody
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| That somebody was me
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| Now I’m talking to little Rasheed
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| Incarcerated heart, man, you gotta be free
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| I felt it, when I told my man I would help with
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| Things he was dealin' with I really hadn’t dealt with
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| Emotions meltin', I began to release it
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| Things you can’t change, you could come to peace with
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| At least get it better for the children of forever
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| I read the Lord’s letter, I forgive our debtors
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| They don’t talk about it, maybe sharing their story
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| Memories of home, shared pain and glory
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| Oh baby
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh)
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| I’m just tryna find a way to understand (I'm tryna understand)
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| How do I rewind the tape and live in it? |
| (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
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| Stayin' out late and playin' in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh)
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| Is it God’s plan?
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| I’m just tryna find my way to understand it
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| Said I’m tryna understand, understand, understand, understand
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| Ayy-hey, oh-oh, oh |