| So much to do and not enough time
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| Age is but a number but I ponder my demise
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| Only 30 years old as my finger take a ride
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| Grippin on my pen, I got what’s hangin out the side
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| Of my art that I was in by feelings in my chest
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| My heartbeat is my guide
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| I take what I need and bleed the rest
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| Yes, Eligh my title is vital I’m on a quest
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| Yes, one more recital recited for all my guests, yes
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| I don’t know what you’ve been told
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| Everyone is getting old
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| Except me man, except me, except me!
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| Can’t you see I’m on the road
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| My soul got places to go
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| So many young folk lost on this Earth
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| Walking over glass leavin blood in the dirt
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| Don’t wanna finish school, rather smoke than work
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| That was me ditching class, gettin B’s too come to
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| Turf I never should’ve been on
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| I was fuckin over friends
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| But if I had it back I’d probably do it all again
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| Cause if I had the facts I’d still be thinking with my sins
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| A time when she could never fix my age, I was a kid
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| Nope, doing dumb shit always on my plate I had a grin
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| Nope, in the hallways lookin for somewhere to hide again
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| Yup, the nightmare still hits me that I got to get to class
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| My teacher cared too much so I knew she would kick my ass
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| Right back into the past, I write to get reprieve
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| And now I tell the truth so all my people can believe
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| That they can make it too in any dream in any league
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| Like Pac said, «fuck enemies and ride on to the » |