| See where I’m from I was taught that
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| Two wrongs don’t make a right but it’ll damn sure get your money back
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| So best believe you got’s to watch folks
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| You hit cho’lights, they have they face off in yo place
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| Just like a cockroach
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| Tryin’to hit chu’for yo index
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| Tear some paper out the back and re-arrange your whole contents
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| That’s why you gotta keep yo history
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| In a book so when they look it’ll never be a mystery
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| I’ve seen people come and leave, comeback and leave
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| Come back and still ain’t stack no G’s
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| So everybody won’t be pushin’buttons
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| Just the ones who gave they all when you know they didn’t have nothin'
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| We comin’what chu’gonna do when we run
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| In a pack against a pit and lay up under the sun
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| See growin’up is like a girlfriend
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| Ya keep ya cool, take ya time, and when ya day come you put it in That’s a reflection on ya whole life
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| From the moments you wake up to those minutes that you pray at night
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| Like when they pushed you at the playground
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| And all ya friends would wonder
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| Why you yelled the field before you threw down
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| That’s just yo instincts tryin’to tell ya heart
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| That is ya mother wished the best for you
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| You’d be tested it from the jump start
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| So that’s when people come around and wonder
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| What make you tick, how you do it, but you keep ya business on the under
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| I ask my folks question every season
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| They say the Lord blessed every child, boy he blessed you with a reason
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| So with that I go for years and years
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| On a quest to return and reveal to my peers
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| What if yo life story was in a book
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| And they left certain words that only you could say
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| Because they knew you looked
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| That’s like your future bein’planned for you
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| You know who real and who fake and who ya friends and who gon’be loyal
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| You keep yo thoughts on a level
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| That don’t nobody know what chu’be doin’next
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| Cause you change like the weather
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| You the chosen, the one who reveal
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| Every battle that we battled and every hill that we build
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| Your life is their forever burnin’torch
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| So the messages you carry reach and travel importance
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| See in the book you was this place that people actually lived
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| They disappeared in the mists of the hemispheres
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| But when they return they speak of travelin’on their journey back home
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| We shall rise once again and let it be known |