| Optimisum, about the faith of the people that have accepted of the mission of
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| improbable, to become some particle, perged
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| by the discouage of suffering, anger, hate, religions and war, Its tought to
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| explain, debate, or even explore, but I die
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| straight to the core,
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| And explosion of intrespect so quiet, he can definalty, yet he can breath into
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| the sins lounges into the most rempered
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| thugg,
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| Tis a bull that has been thorugh the mudd with a point of the head of a heavy
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| weight, from the cold detail of the hot
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| reality of the butcher trap. |
| to the grand Negro’s flights of fancy from the
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| astract mind of a hip hop super nerd, as long as
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| the truth is heard,
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| The truth must be spoken, my youth has been smokin and drankin, drankin and
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| smokin, a life like that may seem right, but
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| that aint what the seem like, we aint tight unless yall tight, might bless me
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| and all types, the goal is for all growns to
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| be sat upon by ture Kings
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| All pretenders must fall into the phantoms of they own character fall,
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| But as long as we attempt to tell ourselves, WE ARE
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| NOT FREE
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| All in once say it, Bubba K now, Here to doubt, Wheres today?
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| On the Grey Hound, sittin in the back on top close to 8 pounds,
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| Run for a inniocent town that I can shake down,
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| Passed the Mississip, I swim in the great lakes now,
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| Made it this far, but I still cant escape now, Law ran in,
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| Back in the A town, and all im worth is all that aint found,
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| My brother in Denver used to do a lil dirt, Maybe move with him,
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| I can do a lil work, Cant produce a walk, I do a lil smirk
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| Shop at Wal-Mart, I do shoes and a shirt, Tried to call mama,
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| She denied the call, She aint smoke the sh**, I provide for yall
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| Try to doze of with PM Tylenol, Jus move a lil piece, cant smile it off,
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| Yall aint free, Not yet free, Not yet free, Not yet free
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| Continue’n my voyage, In the Coldoraldo, Cant live life with my Doraldo,
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| This pill is hard for you to swallow, This pig sh** in which for you to wallow,
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| Im posted up here, atleast until tomorrow, Get a pund of Buffalo Nik’s that U
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| can swallow
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| Only thing im holdin is Pain, You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
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| For your sorrow, Lotta Kat’z busted, but they cant find the hop,
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| That hustlin game gotta stop, On the open road, now is not the time to flock,
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| The buzz is formulating, Now it the time for Jimmy time to drop |