Never forget what you grew up from and who raised you
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Regardless of whether you had everything or had nothing
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Have you felt closeness or is it blowing your face
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A scream reports us to the ground, we do not forget the wrongs, the wronged
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The cross you carry on your back will not change it, no one will die unreleased
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From this burden that you wear every day like a sherpa uphill
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You enter slowly, despite the icing, step by step, not tied with a rope
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The baggage of experiences in the third camp turns black from the dead white
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Around the cold and wind of the ridge we stick to our faith alone
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The house bends like a tent under the snowflakes, I will never count them
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Everyone is light and melts quickly, and it is impossible to overcome a snowstorm
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Being a man in avalanches is hard, but irrelevant
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I'll do anything for the family here, love Oakland raised me
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He won't kill me, what won't make me stronger and what will make me stronger, I'll beat me like a man
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I will not appreciate what I have lost until I value what I will lose
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And my broken hope pushes me forward, perishes and rises from the dead
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I fall down and get up, I keep going, like Kukuczka, to the Himalayas
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Nothing will break me because I know what pain is
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Oakland raised me wisely
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So that I would stop and feel
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I know it, it will be okay
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I don't feel fear because I know what tears are
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Oakland raised the man
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I do not forget, do not forget you
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It's easy here, the rules are clean
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When I was studying the Prodigy verses
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You barely learned how to tie your shoelaces
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Not the one from voodo and from smacke we bitch up
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Read the rest, you have google shortcuts
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It's easy fucking old dates have rules as you understand it is five
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If you don't understand, your swag hashtag or somehow the dick doesn't know it
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Hmm, these drums, the saints' biographies are of no use
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Cheap glamor counts, you know life on a notebook
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I don't care about who likes what here, everyone has a choice and a head on their shoulders
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Some of them have already forgotten, they do not have respect and tact
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It's very sad when you go about it and ride the tide like the rest of the blindness
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Once you go to the bottom, the rest will be gone, the trends will change, you won't be anymore
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trendy
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Dirty streets and history on the walls, painted with selected paints
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Feel the presence, the old beauty as I walk past the old bookstore
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Sentiments, seven nine, Oakland, I'm still wet on this
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Not though this way, you don't understand the rules, take it easy, turning back will be fine
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Yes it is, I believed it a lot not only with Deep when we played basketball
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Fair play for myself, although I sometimes write this sixteenth with a smile on my face
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Nothing will break me because I know what pain is
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Oakland raised me wisely
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So that I would stop and feel
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I know it, it will be okay
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I don't feel fear because I know what tears are
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Oakland raised the man
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I do not forget, do not forget you
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It's easy here, the rules are clean
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Nothing will break me because I know what pain is
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Oakland raised me wisely
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So that I would stop and feel
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I know it, it will be okay
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I don't feel fear because I know what tears are
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Oakland raised the man
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I do not forget, do not forget you
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It's easy here, the rules are clean |