| On my way to find myself again
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| I have come a long, long ways from home to see
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| Ha, Braille, a little louder
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| My last breath echoes through your oxygen supply
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| You’re not fond I’ve never been who I claim
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| You can’t tame the lion once it breaks out the cage
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| Once it breaks out, all over my face
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| Put your brakes on, stop the motion
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| Robotic movement, rusted by the rain of my father
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| Two sided, two names
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| Splashin' water retaliates
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| Flood to the surface of my lyrical percentage
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| Verbally aggressive, abusive attendance
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| Unexplained anger slaps my style senseless
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| How dare I mention mistakes and intentions?
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| Another star in my collection
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| The stars I’ve collected fell from the sky
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| I keep fallin', who let my hopes rise?
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| No parachute to provide safety, take me
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| Away from this shallow tide, from the shallow minds
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| The walls keep closin' in, I’ve opened every door
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| The hinges just always squeak
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| I need to loosen up, put it all behind me
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| And if you’re searchin', lost is where you’ll find me
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| October 27th, 1995
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| The day I found out my sister was no longer alive
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| Now I’m the oldest sibling
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| With her no longer living on this sad day
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| Decided to give up the bad ways
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| And to be a model for my younger sister
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| Wasn’t the dumbest (___)
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| But my education was just car heists, burglury, urban liqour
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| The sort of fingers being curved on triggers
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| And I knew for certain, if I continued, living life all simple
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| Jail would be the only institution I’d be able to get into
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| So I laced by boots
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| Hit the books, flip from crook
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| Hopped over my obstacles like rocks skipped on brooks
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| Music became my medication
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| Motivation for meditation
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| Far better than any perscription my man was makin'
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| Sometimes my head be shakin'
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| Wondering how my life would be
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| If things never changed, then she could be beside me
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| But I discard the hypothetics
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| Won’t let stress slice my lettuce
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| Theoreticaly, she just moved on ahead of me
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| So now my life’s patterned across the same finsh line
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| Live right any part of me, that’s insane is put to rhyme
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| Occassionally flames took to pine
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| Sometimes looked for wine
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| When I’m in binds I grab the Holy Book to find
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| A revelation to raise me out of this mental mess
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| And remember my life being blessed
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| Isn’t coincidentalness
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| A simple test we face daily can drive us crazy
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| Missing Children, the confused adults loosin' hope
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| A noose from rope can dead it
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| But I won’t let it take over me
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| Got somebody on my soul’s shoulder lookin' over me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Missing Children, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Will Rap for Food, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп