| War! |
| War!
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| There’s a war goin’on outside, no man is safe from (repeated &scratched)
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| (War is a continuation of politics by other means, the purpose of war is to insert a political agenda…)
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| Karma’s a double-edged sword (repeated &scratched)
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| What do I really want in this stage of my life
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| I’d like a beautiful shelby that’ll praise me right
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| I’ll praise her back though, I’m not a selfish bastard
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| Struggle with big shit, but got this elf shit mastered
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| Time’s are strange, I claim to be the man
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| Like I know G-d can understand his ingenius plan
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| But I’m just a simple Joe, livin low, avoiding conflict
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| Cookin food for stereos, so feed your CD-rom this
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| True, I’ve struggled, spent days in mud puddles
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| Shut up shit-talkers and made wanna-be thugs huddle
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| The world ain’t all money, suckas and violence
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| Quit smoke from the fire-lips, protect your iris
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| Shit’s hard, especially hits to scar the soul
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| That’s why niggaz drink and stress for cigars to roll
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| It’s like the farther we go, we cover less distance
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| Life’s a freak and it’ll fuck you and all that you want in this diss dance
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| Cause we really fragle but thinkin’we tough
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| Get bowed in the heat of the battle but then we get cut
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| Buts back on the scene of the saddle with our heads down
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| Wishin’a meal and G-d would multiply this bread now
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| You know I, come to the fork in the world so many times
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| But I just keep choosin’wrong (choosin'wrong)
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| And movin’on (karma's a double edged-sword)
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| You know I, need to choose the correct path, change the aftermath
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| Before she sinks my song
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| Cause it may not be long (we ain’t promised tomorrow)
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| I try to help out my fellow man sometimes get yellow-hands
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| Scared by darkness, searching for beauty like Cinderella’s man
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| But I’m no Prince Charming I form my share a folk
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| Hanging my own self, bad decisions prepare the rope
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| Strangled by pride, suffocated by lies
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| Showin’my pearly whites to disguise my prize
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| Missin’my sister, asking the Lord why did she die
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| Using her death to instill strength inside of vibes
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| I don’t want old things I done to boomerang
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| Feelin’low-low, for sho Deacon pursued by shame
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| It get rough, and ain’t enough to just think positive
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| Cause when nobody’s helping me out then its hard to give
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| And go and robbin’shit, runnin’game on hoes
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| An un-tame negro, runnin’cain for dough
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| Acting insane, famous for bringing pain to foes
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| Knowing that shit’ll come back and it’ll rain for sho
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| But I’m still out, rain-slickers in the house
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| Fame stickers in my mouth, cain sniffers on the couch
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| Walking the world and the crowds, shiftin’through trash
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| Not knowin’I’m feelin’like it cause I’m livin too fast
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| You know I, come to the fork in the world so many times
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| But I just keep choosin’wrong
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| And movin’on (karma's a double edged-sword)
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| You know I, need to choose the correct path, change the aftermath
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| Before she sinks my song
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| Cause it may not be long (karma's a double edged-sword)
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| Karma’s a double edged-sword (repeated and scratched) |