| I say peace when I walk through the wilderness
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| In spite the devils civilization
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| I’m filled with this calm that I radiate
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| Know when I’m armed with a bomb that’ll slay the hate
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| Right here in my palm
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| I brainstorm as the best knower of self
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| With an art full of rhymes it survives over time
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| These are just one kind mans words for mankind
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| When you walk with your God watch out for land mines
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| That divide and conquer, profit from the prophets
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| Conceal the truths pipeline like a soffit
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| You’re telling me I’m going to hell man, get off it
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| I told you it’s a path not a destination
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| My heaven and hell are just exits on a highway
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| Like truth or consequences
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| So where do you get off trying to judge me
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| Justice will be a reward or penalty
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| But one thing’s for sure though, you will remember me
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| As strong whether neutral, ally or enemy
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| If not the name, then the face will serve the same purpose
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| As to make ya’ll nay-sayers nervous
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| Who am I supposed to thank for my circulation
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| Or my respiration
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| I know he was Haitian
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| But aside from that, all he gave me was a name
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| But a seed is a seed so we’re still the same
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| My pops bounced but I need no explanation
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| Or extra patience
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| Would I look like waiting for a mystery man to spark conversation
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| I’mma be where he wasn’t for my own little nation
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| Now who I gotta thank for making it this long
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| From the sidewalks of New York to write this song
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| See mamma ain’t raised no fool, nah
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| She raised a wise soldier, and taught him how to get over
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| Yo I’ve been around the sun and back
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| Three times since the first time I said that
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| And guess where my head’s at
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| Over the same foundation on the next story
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| The next chapter
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| What you think I rap for
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| Merely to repeat myself in different ways
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| Simply to show off, amuse and amaze, nah
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| I’m trying to show and prove god through music see
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| Ten years strong, this is not just a phase |