| What? |
| All eyes. |
| Pay attention
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| Non-familiarity makes you scared to see
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| The beauty in front of your eyes
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| You’re thinkin' narrowly
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| Everything isn’t a predictable occurrence
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| If you’ve experienced everything except a purpose
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| Then you’ve missed everything that was meant to be caught
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| Life sessions aren’t lessons that can be simply taught
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| You gotta feel the matter
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| Build the data
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| You gotta strengthen self or your shield will shatter
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| In the field, we choose to scatter like mice
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| Instead of coming together and keeping it tight
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| It’s hard to be alone, deep in the night
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| I try to avoid the dark life and be seeking the light
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| But so many times I fall in between the lines
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| Of what is a devilish sign and what is divine
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| If you base your life on wasted nights with no faith in sight
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| You might as well freebase on pipes
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| I’ve fallen down but I got up friend
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| Fell twice
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| Three times
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| Got up again and again
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| And again, it’s nobodies but my fault it didn’t end
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| You only don’t win when you give in
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| The days we live in
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| Send shit that’ll break the strongest
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| I put on my body armor and remain the calmest
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| Being peaceful at heart helps me see through the dark
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| Like dogs barkin' it’s hard for evil people to start bullshit
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| With a literally cool kid whose only form of battlin' is through music
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| If you hold yourself tight you can’t lose it
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| Life or death, it’s up to you who you cruise with
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| Exercise knowledge to increase your wealth
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| If you know yourself you’ll be shown your wealth (x3)
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| Sometimes I ask myself a question
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| Is my lack of inner reflection
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| Some type of indication of what state my life is in?
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| They keep piping in elevator music
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| Sappy and happy as hell with foo foo shit
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| When I reflect back and recollect that
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| I was born into the state of walking slumber
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| Taught numbers, realize I’m dirt poor
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| It hurts more now that I’m older
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| Showered in water much colder than this
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| Holdin' my lips and close thee abyss
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| With the speech and the phoniest kiss
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| Rendered lifeless
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| Talk about an identity crisis
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| My third eye remains sightless
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| When the night hits
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| Can’t help but lie awake
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| Contemplate fights with vice grips
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| Depressions and lessons in starvation
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| It’s hard to be patient
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| Sittin' perfectly still, listen to your own heart racin'
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| Assume the description of my life and it’s reality
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| Is on the warm side of fatality
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| It’s not fair the way you challenge me
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| Or the silent way my talents be
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| Hidden inside these translations
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| Emancipation as I try to dab the slate clean
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| Futile attempts to make my fate glean
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| Hate seems all inclusive
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| It makes me want to fall reclusive
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| And rip the tallest loose-leaf
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| With a makeshift facelift
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| For my mental state
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| Huh check it out |