| I am a bit of a difficult hypocritical prick
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| Who’ll always get into a pickle, but the sins I commit
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| Are all above board; |
| this is for everyone I’ve got love for
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| Who helped me up through the window by the shut doors
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| Pulled strings, untangled the web, and cut cords
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| And if you didn’t assist this, then up yours
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| My business is to give hits to kids
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| That have been amiss from the industry hit list
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| This flow’s for those who were bullied in school
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| You’ll grow to show those tools that they don’t rule
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| This is for those who are bullies in school
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| You’ll realise you can be nice and fully cool
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| Some of us look back at that as the worst days
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| Others still suffer that exact crap in the workplace
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| From virgins that never had a first date
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| To unwanted babies that never had a birthday
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| This is for single moms, working three jobs
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| To keep your sprog in the Reeboks that he wants
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| This rap’s for single dads, fighting to see their kids
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| Crying, thinking if they even understand he exists
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| Here’s some acknowledgement
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| I’ve set the controls for the heart and the soul
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| Of those whose woes have hardly been told
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| Too many hearts of gold are treated like pyrite
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| So it’s high time I tried to set this bias right
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| Feeling low? |
| My lines’ll leave your hopes high as kites
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| Incite delight like a cherry bright sky at night
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| This vocal’s for locals who are frightened in their neighbourhood
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| Refrain from leaving home at night; |
| afraid of violent raping muggers
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| For the same buggers doing crime to pay for drugs
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| It never meant to end this way, you’re stuck; |
| pain sucks
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| Change looks like something that’ll never happen
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| But if I let that thinking win, I’d never end up rapping
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| For those in prison, those who did and those who didn’t
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| The victims that they did it to and those who witnessed it
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| For those who overcome their hopeless bitterness to show forgiveness
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| Whether you do or don’t is no-one's business
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| For those who wish to string them up until they know their miseries
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| Life’s a winding hillside road and the slope is slippy
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| For the people upon the picket lines
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| Miners who down their pick and strike
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| Strive for a different life
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| For the silent majority
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| Tightening your waistline to prop up an economy
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| You probably hadn’t a problem with til the bottom dropped off of it
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| But now you’re picking up the tab and haven’t got a tip
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| This is for the elderly, sitting in their chairs alone
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| Or bedridden in a bug ridden nursing home
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| A verse devoted to you, and who you truly are
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| The same you that you’ve ever been, I’ve seen you shoot for the stars
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| But gravity ravages things savagely
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| So let my lyrics lift your spirits up from incapacity
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| Cause I’m the captain of this flagship actually
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| And you’re a VIP invited to fly the galaxy with me
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| This is for the carers, looking after another
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| I understand you want to be more than just a mother
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| How can you have a lover, or any other life
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| If you couldn’t find someone else to come and grab the cover?
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| Changing a duvet’s much easier with two, hey?
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| Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
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| For those stuck at home, chronic illness, health problems
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| A lot of guilt makes you want to kill yourself often
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| What little help I can offer to soften the blow?
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| Can’t invent anything off of the top of the dome
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| But you’ve not been forgotten and I just want you to know
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| Wherever you are, my flow will boldly go
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| I swear by the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost
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| Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, whoever holds the most
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| Control over the souls of the unappreciated
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| It will keep ebbing away every day that people play this shit
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| I try to recognise
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| Those who’ve been left aside
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| Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly…
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| I try to recognise
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| Those who’ve been left aside
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| Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly… |