| To sketch a city scene
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| Sweet with liquid dreams
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| With only riches on the side of my queen she
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| Pulling my heart strings
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| We live by any means necessary thats the burden that a man carries
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| These nights are so starry
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| Laced with barbie dolls and pussy cats on prowl in these days foul
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| Are we all in denial
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| World’s future as of now
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| Pardon my ever stride style
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| I push and put the city on spot rush
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| The gold trust
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| Since its hell on earth know your worth
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| For the wealth I sat by self and said to self
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break free
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| But since i’m high i gotta focus
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| May be i should amp’n up the dosage
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| In full lotus cause the world ain’t for us
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| So brother who’s for us
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| Is between us and if that’s too much
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| Here is my shoulder my soldier
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| These days are so colder
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| And these streets are bare
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| You know they far from sober
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| Death among these vulture artist and architects
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| That amplify the structure
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| And pressure the coal to diamonds
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| She pressing on my inner seam so i’m in her inner lining
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| Star death defying
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| So much in the tears
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| Its cases and sheets police trace the sidewalks with chalk
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| And who needs a ghost when the memory haunts
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| For devils that taunt to each his own
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| It’s all one
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| I’m planted on this planet so what it is
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| Tell me what it is
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break free
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| It’s not a question of days
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| When the sun stands still
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| The poetry dark nights
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| The human heart so
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| For under the stars
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break
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| I’m gonna break free |