| Victory won, in a world of Henessey and guns
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| Too young for the marches but I remember these drums
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| The stark reality of wars and battles
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| We fought for ours, caught in ghetto tragedy
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| I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
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| And recognize the importance of family
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| Hand me a joint, good music, and room to breathe
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| Those that doubt Com' will soon believe
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| Can’t judge the weave, my lady had one
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| I’m more like a fool for soul and passion
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| The price of gas rises, street life is pumpin' fast, lives is
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| I watched Crash and realize that we all survivors
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| No religion or race could ever describe us
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| My guys do dirt, move dirt, but never really talk about it
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| Forever begins just because I thought about it
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| Living once again
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| We live
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| Then you’re gone
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| Living once again
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| We live
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| Then you’re gone
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| Living once again
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| We live
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| Then you’re gone
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| Living once again
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| We live
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| Then you’re gone
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| Ashes and snowfalls
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| I wonder when the roll call for heaven gon' come
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| Forever gon' come
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| It’s a cold world and I can never go numb
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| Look fear in the eyes, say I never gon' run
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| Sooner then later, I know the cheddar gon' come
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| For now I write the world letters to better the young
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| On tree by jury, together we hung
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| Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain
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| 'Ghanistan goin' through the same thing
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| It trickles down, at each other we aim pain
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| I shoot for stars, peace and exclusive cars
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| Through the ride I learned to earn hard
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| Watch gangstas turn God in the midst of war
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| No matter how much I elevate, I kiss the floor
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| It was in the wind when she said Dilla was gone
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| That’s when I knew we’d live forever through song
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| Living once again
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| We live
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| Then you’re gone
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| Living once again
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| We live
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| Then you’re gone
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| Origin is forever
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| Well, well well
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| Here we are back in the studio again
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| Look at that
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| Hey I don' need no cue cards
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| They got the engineers holdin up the cue cards
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| What that say?
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| Oh they say, just talk, don’t sing
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| Son, I bet you feel like you and I’ve been here forever
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| Through these red eyes, beholding red eyes
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| I see my world’s tears
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| Yeah, origin is forever
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| Every peak will have 2 valleys
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| Hopeful eyes in the comfort
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| Of true protection and admiration of a child
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| That’s forever
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| Forever is to strive
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| A place of endearment
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| Forever is what I leave
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| My I-self contribution
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| Damn, what I’m gon' leave?
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| Ok…
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| I’ll leave my one and only grain of spiritual sand
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| To universal scales of humanity, all humanity
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| Forever is finding a solution to a solution
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| Tsunamis, hurricanes
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| Following the trails of the African slave ships
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| War, war, and more war
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| Floods, Columbine, global warming, earthquakes
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| Another somebody done me wrong, son
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| Virginia Tech, is not an, «Oh, what the heck?»
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| We’re still, did you place your one grain
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| Of spiritual sand forever?
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| Confusion need a solution
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| Blend and stir, stir and blend
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| The pot of humanity; |
| sift the ingredients
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| Of acknowledgment, apology, amendment, atonement
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| We gonna work with the four A’s here
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| Forever Pops
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| Common good is forever…
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| God’s memory is forever… |