What I have done so far, what I have not and what I would like
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I won't know where I will be tomorrow, but you will see that there will be a boom
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They shave nearby as before, which makes sense
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If I didn't work on my own, I don't know what to write about
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In things he would talk about, what the fuck he would live for
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If he had created the same, in these 10 years the head has chosen the path
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It's not the same as others, but that's why she had a good time
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I could have done it with less resistance, but I didn't
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Maybe I'll never make money but I'll always know where I am
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I love this music aware of all its flaws
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Today, like seven years ago, she is my food
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My side of the street, my side of music
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To share it with others so that others understand the qualities
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I accept, respect and love her as much as I do
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Other terms keep my cheeks clean
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I am fighting for a place under the sun and to give me some space
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To show what I can do before lowering the curtain
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Everyone writes their own story, everyone chooses their own path
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Now while you can leave your mark
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To know that you were there
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I draw a line, a little thin red
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On the left well, on the right I still don’t think of her
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My music I give a verse for every day spent with her
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A moment for every thread I knit into a flag
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For better or worse, I kept the candle on the radio
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From whom I received classes, from people
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They are now swimming on an equal footing with me
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For straw they are accepted if they have not been there yet
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To give fertile soil and seed
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Every new root, which will either come or go
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Leave your mark or 'just a microphone lift'
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Like Horn, let's say let's move on
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Open the door all, at least mic by mic
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From the black and white world in colors
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Beyond the Beatles and Jimi, not everyone can be a legend
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To a room with a lot of space where one culture does not dominate
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Where it's just played
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Where a rapper like me can find his little corner of peace
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And a couple of fillers to share with their people
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While the heart is in the chest, give a shout
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And I have little time to spend it with others
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Everyone writes their own story, everyone chooses their own path
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Now while you can leave your mark
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To know that you were there
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Everyone lives their destiny, everyone writes their own history
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Everyone chooses their own path
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In reverse, either move forward or backward
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Pay for all the mistakes, stay put, get away
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I already chose mine as I always knew
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From day one, where is my side
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That's why I hold, I don't give music that I give from the heart
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I'm looking for a place if there's room while someone else is grunting
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In the already chewed bite and in the pledge they give
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He thinks of other people's songs and knows that he must not
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You can't go back in time, even if you want to
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Neither if he should, nor if he were God
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Part of me knows that reality is fleeting
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Yes, I will be the dust I came from again
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That's why I leave a mark as a marker that is never valid
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Like graffiti on the wall today, I don't know what's next for you tomorrow
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Listen to me catch the rhythm of the new age
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There are bad, good travelers, and they'll both try it out
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And give your seal to the new century as a gift
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Just like Shot, Ink and Remy do
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Everyone writes their own story, everyone chooses their own path
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Now while you can leave your mark
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To know that you were there
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Everyone writes their own story, everyone chooses their own path
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Now while you can leave your mark
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To know that you were there |