| Yeah, I feel I’ve been doing this for a lifetime
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| But y’all still don’t know my name
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| But you gon' learn today
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| It all started back in 1994 boy
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| A young kid growin' up in a war boy
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| Starin' death in the eye toe to toe boy
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| Duckin' bullets with my face to the floor boy
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| I done been to the lowest you can go boy
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| I lost everything in life but my soul boy
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| That’s why I’ll never ever rap like a dope boy
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| Survived killers with AK’s and grenades in a rage at my door boy
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| I started rappin' because the pain was deep
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| And I done seen too much bloodshed to sleep
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| So I’m geeked to the peak with no words to speak
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| And all I feel is defeat while I grind my teeth like
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| Somebody gotta bleed on somebody’s beat
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| Somebody might as well be me, be me
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| I took a number like I’m meant for the top
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| I’m ready to drop this spot so hot they can’t stop me
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| Inevitable that when you pop you got a world of friends
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| Never thinkin' about the time that you be puttin' in
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| Now the world and everybody is wonder where you been
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| But the truth is they just ain’t been listening
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| I’m a little bit of Pac, a little bit of Bone
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| A little bit of David in the Psalms writin' songs
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| A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor
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| Call it Vice Versa, reverse the past
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| My music is therapy to poison the pain
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| And every song like a piece of me, ain’t lookin' for fame
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| I ain’t never thought about selling my soul for this game
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| But I’m gonna spit so hard that it knows name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| A daily reminder the pain that’s inside of me keeps on dividin' me 'til I nail
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| it to the Crucifix
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| I started for the love of the music because it helped me
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| I was born with struggle in my blood and I know it’s out to kill me
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| Nineteen with a dream ain’t gon' back down
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| Writin' raps on the toilet of a crack house
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| Spittin' verses at the cops while they pat down
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| Runnin' by the moment like I’m livin' in the freestyle
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| It’s like I’m shootin' every word that’s said
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| It’s like I’m aimin' at the stars but inside I’m dead
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| It’s like I’m hangin' onto nothin' but the beats I’m fed
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| I’m conversatin' with the roaches that share my bed
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| I got nothin' in this life but a mountain
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| With people thinkin' that I’ll never make it so they’re doubtin'
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| I’ve given so much that I been stopped countin'
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| I sold my only car just to print my first album, ahh
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| Now that’s a gamble when no one cares
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| I put it all out on the table homie I ain’t scared
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| People talkin' about, «This dude came from where?»
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| It’s been decade since I dropped My Life’s Prayer
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| I’m like a little bit of Biggie, and a little bit of Nas
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| A little Lynyrd Skynrd with a little Goodie Mob
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| A little Youngbloodz in the mud, smokin' bud
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| «If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck!»
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| My music is therapy to poison the pain
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| And every song is like a piece of me, ain’t lookin' for fame
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| I ain’t never thought about sellin' my soul for this game
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| But I’m gonna spit so hard that it knows name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| A daily reminder the pain that’s inside of me keeps on dividin' me 'til I nail
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| it to the Crucifix
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| I take that X, put if off, put it off
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| I take that X, put if off, put it off
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| I take that X, put if off, put it off
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| I take that X, put if off, put it off
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| Crucifix, my name, my name is, my name is
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| A daily reminder the pain that’s inside of me keeps on dividin' me 'til I nail
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| it to the Crucifix |