| I might say what I might say
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| I might turn away
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| Word warrior princess
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| Don’t feel like fighting today
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| Sometimes I wish I could be selfish but
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| I don’t live only for myself
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| It’s something that makes you become selfless
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| When people tell you how they’re affected by the message
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| There is no anonymity when the light is shining brightly
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| I cannot hide
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| The spirit finds me I cannot hide
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| The spirit finds me Broken bones and stitches
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| Vocal tones and wishes
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| Invisible scars that cannot be traced to any one incident
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| My pressure pushes dents into the pavement
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| Deep pressed, meshed with the caress of the funk
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| And the fresh, fresh, fresh
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| Transcending, bending syllables past the breaking point
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| A dope disciple of the funk
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| So high that I am the joint
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| Past the point of turning back
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| I move ahead from where I’m at Controversial reversal of the typical status quo
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| It ain’t where I’m from but more where I’m about to go Rhythm intrinsic absorb the discord
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| Let it roll right through me It’s the new me Everytime I speak forever changing
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| They can’t keep up with me Speak to reach through the blessed flesh
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| At my peak I greet omnipotent ancestors of the fresh
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| Seek and teach in remembrance of the rest
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| Peace beseech all thee to meet me at the crest
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| The same I am unlike the rest, the rest
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| Through my lips, my lips
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| My heart my chest, my chest
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| My love, I do express, express
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| This is a gift, a gift beyond comprehension
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| Humbled I am that it was placed in my hand
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| I might say what I might say
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| I might turn away
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| Word warrior princess
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| Don’t feel like fighting today |