| It’s hard to smile when your soul’s hurtin' - but I try
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| Looking at life through a closed curtain — we survive
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| Trying to figure out my soul purpose
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| Did a lotta thinkin', did a lot of soul searchin' - nothing for certain
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| My brother Ex just lost his moms
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| Had him feelin' like a pitcher who just lost his arms
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| Sometimes you wanna lose control, but we keep it calm
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| Extend your hands to the Lord, until you reach his palms
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| Word is bond, but a nigga still did his dirt
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| Caused a lot of drama, nigga brought a lot of hurt
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| And in relationships a nigga feel like he cursed
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| They won’t forgive you ‘til your ass is layin' in a hearse
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| And what’s worse — the only woman that love me was my mother
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| Ex-chicks left me, now they fuckin' other brothers
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| Cocksucker, motherfuckers never feel your pain
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| Until they open up your heart and they see the strain
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| I try to change, but nobody wanna fuckin' feel ya
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| Obama found Osama, but still he just another nigga
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| Now whose the killer — the young boys out here sellin' crack
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| Or the one that got thise soldiers dying in Iraq?
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| (But in fact.)
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| Life can be a pretty little picture of perfection
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| If the frame wasn’t broken and bent up in all directions
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| And the glass wasn’t smudged up with everybody fingerprints
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| Came through and messed with you and ain’t been back for dinner, since
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| Once a prince now a penniless pauper
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| In a peculiar predicament, much less than proper
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| Never kick it with suckers if they can’t roll with the punches
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| Or take blind dates to work functions
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| Some simple rules to live by — a code of conduct to offer guidance
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| Before they misunderstand and turn to random violence
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| Dancing with the wolves, looking for lambs to silence
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| Slaughter the least able, the weak and unstable
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| The meek shall not speak — keep away from the table
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| Where I break bread with made men and break heads for taking too much
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| Out of they cut, when they supposed to kick up
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| I’m in it for the glory, honor the dons before me
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| If I perform poorly, edit that part of the story
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| Stay, by my side like my road dog a ride or die broad
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| Who don’t be talkin' bout everything that she saw
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| She shut her face up, so nobody don’t (fuck) the place up
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| Give the feds solid lead to chase her, have the DA open a case up
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| Always gotta lock and lace up the loose ends between loose friends
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| That’s how you might lose friends
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| (Come on…)
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| Yes
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| I thank the heavens for the energy
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| To observe the downfall and embrace my enemies
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| I’m glad that I found y’all, lurkin' in the embassy
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| Quiet with the lights off, bad a Black Kennedy
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| And I’ve been sleepin' super good, slumberin' a symphony
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| The mental is a fertile gust, rustling the evergreens
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| And now I finally realize, rise and shine
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| Everybody has a little Dirty Science in their chemistry
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| Your girlfriends lying, your best friend’s bitten
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| Somebody’s gettin' murdered but the killer’s still livin'
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| You’re mad 'cuz your fuckin' these nothing-ass women
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| To the ringtone sing and you’re running out to get it
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| And I can talk about it 'cuz I spit it how I live it
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| There’s a pretty ugly struggle when you’re sitting at the limit
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| Of your mind and your money with a splinter in your spirit
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| You’re screaming like the girl who never said that he could get it
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| But he took her, he did it, they caught him and he bid it
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| And it fitted when they found her with a second smile slitted
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| And even though I never want 'em humble and committed
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| They don’t have to give it to me brother I’mma come and get it
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| Manned up, hands up ready for the scrimmage
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| And the fakes and the snakes and the lies and bullshit
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| 'Cuz you don’t really wanna bull, shit
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| 'Cuz I’mma bull on a full brick
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| And it been too long, I finally got a good song
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| To show you motherfuckers that I’m splendid with a written
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| And I can paint a picture 'til the visual is vivid
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| And the truth is in my testament and you can come and get it
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| And it’s over, 'cuz I did it
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| And I’m here now, at the finish |