| Through all the good things, and all the hardships
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| And all the times that we thought that we lost it
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| We hold our heads high, and keep our chins up
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| Cause when we die, well, at least we did something
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| We- went for broke when we found a cause
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| We- took the path that they said was wrong
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| So when that song plays, you know where you where
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| The day we live for. |
| The day the truth worked
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| Work, work. |
| Yeah the truth works
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| At the very same time, yeah, the truth hurts
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| Been taught our whole lives just to shoot first
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| I’mma keep living 'til they put me in that new hearse
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| Keep on moving, steady screaming out «EH!»
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| And we only get one, so damn it we gon' «EH!»
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| Too big to fail, they bail, we gon' stay
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| Put our time in hard, we all coming of age
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| They’ve been speaking from the roof top. |
| I’ve been on the ground floor
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| With my fucking boom box. |
| Trying to play it loud for 'em
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| They don’t wanna hear that, but they’ll play anything
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| Call me John Cusack. |
| I will say anything
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| To keep the truth mixed in I will be the sixth man
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| Living in a different world. |
| Look at this wingspan
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| Fuck it I can fly high. |
| Pockets still way low
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| So I don’t play games. |
| Never seen a Halo
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| I ain’t trying to hate though. |
| Got my own vices
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| Help me get through, but they still love crisis
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| So we do the give and take. |
| Looking for the give and go
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| I be setting screens so mean Doc Rivers called
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| But I’m on a different grind, and time has never been abundant
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| Your family stays modern when you play Al Bundy
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| Negative as fuck, but your heart’s in the right place
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| Paying life’s toll so appreciate the chump change
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| On my grown shit. |
| I’ve been walking tightropes
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| And that stress is a mess so I might smoke
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| While I ponder all the things that calm me
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| Friends and my family. |
| Hand me my palm trees
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| 'Til I learn something. |
| Hop up out the jerk store
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| Larry David I’m on the search for
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| And I don’t need the money, but I need the freedom
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| Either way I’m writing, and I’m never leaving
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| 'Till I’m satisfied, satiated, gratified
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| Hunger for the better times. |
| Constitution ratified
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| Tryina see if I can actualize
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| Drug store poet, cause that motherfucker’s better high
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| Ugh! |
| And we’ll be laughing at the politics
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| Fucking all the pretty girls we used to have a problem with
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| Yeah. |
| Break hearts then they JDate
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| Searching for the holler bread. |
| Baby you are way late |