| Yeah (I knew this day was coming)
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| Sometimes, you gotta come back down (It's all going to hell now, man)
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| Stoop to someone's level (Yeah)
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| Five dozen, flies buzzin' over your head
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| Call me the Grim Reaper, sleep is my cousin
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| You dead to me now and I'ma be the last face you see
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| 'Fore you die cussin'
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| My eye a tiger's and I'm a survivor so I will rise up and (What?)
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| Be triumphant 'cause when I'm looking at my legacy (Leg, I see)
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| Bunch of dogs gonna tryna dry hump it
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| Like Triumph The Puppet, so I'm like, "Fuck it"
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| Pile the carnage up 'til its so high, it's touching the sky
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| Let 'em all line up and attack
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| Single filing up in the stack
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| Call 'em toy soldiers (Yeah)
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| 'Cause they just wind up on their backs
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| Now the sky's nothing but black
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| But I am not coming back, I done told ya
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| I told the woke me to go to sleep
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| But still, they keep on provoking me
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| They're hoping to see me completely broken emotionally
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| But how in the fuck am I not supposed to be woke
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| When these fuckers just keep poking me? |
| Now
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| I'm leaving Heaven
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| I'm leaving Heaven
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| Angels won't find me
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| Where are you going?
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| I've been down, kicked
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| Like around six thousand times since I was a kid
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| As a child, picked on, clowned
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| Countless times I've been outed
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| Gotta remind myself of it every now and then (Yeah)
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| So the route I went's self-empowerment
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| In a hole, taught myself how to get out of it
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| And balance it with talents, wit
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| 'Cause life is like a penny (Life is like a penny)
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| 'Cause it's only one percent
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| Who overcome the shit
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| They've underwent
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| I went AWOL like what my back was up against
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| Don't tell me 'bout struggle, bitch, I lived it
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| I was five or six the first time I got my hind end kicked
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| Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogie jumped me and took my tricycle
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| And I don't know if I would call that white privilege, yeah
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| But I get it, how it feels to be judged by pigment
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| Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
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| But I swore I'd get them back
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| Even if it meant selling my soul to get revenge and (What?)
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| Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinking
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| If I can believe in myself, I could prolly achieve it
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| That's part of the reason I do all my talking when He can
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| And as long as I'm breathing I vow to smother and beat them
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| Got a heart of a demon, go at 'em and I'ma get even
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| Like I'm in the Garden of Eden, I'm 'bout to go off of the deep end
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| This evil is calling, I'm already seething and
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| I'm leaving Heaven
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| I'm leaving Heaven
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| Angels won't find me
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| Where are you going?
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| Okay, so while Macklemore was keeping his room nice and neat (Yeah)
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| I was getting my ass beat twice a week (What?)
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| Looking for a place for the night where I could sleep
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| Flippin' sofa cushions over just tryin' to see
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| If I could find some change and scrape up for a bite to eat
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| If Denaun and me find a couple dimes a piece
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| Twenty five cents each'd get us a bag of chips
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| We'd be glad to get that even we if we had to split
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| We'd do backward flips, looking back at it
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| I think that would fit with the definition of not having shit
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| Couple that with the fact my mother was batshit
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| Pop was a sack of shit, yeah, he died, but I gave half a shit
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| Yeah, which brings me back to the real dad that I zero had
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| Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab
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| Just to hear them words, ear piercing
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| Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring
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| Should I feel upset? |
| You were dead to me 'fore you died
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| Me? |
| Tear no shed
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| Should I have made a mural at your funeral?
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| Had your coffin draped with a hero's flag?
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| Where the fuck you were at
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| When De'Angelo done hurt me real bad at the Rio Grande?
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| Never met your grandkids, fucking coward
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| Only gut you had was from your stomach fat
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| I couldn't see your ass gonna Heaven
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| So I'm asking for a pass to go to Hell
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| So I can whip your fucking ass
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| I hate that I'll never get to say "I hate you" to your face
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| No coming back from where I'm going
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| Sky is dark, my soul is black, hand on the shovel
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| Dig with the blade up, and then I step on the metal
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| Vendetta to settle, tell the Devil
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| I'm leaving Heaven (Yeah)
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| I'm leaving Heaven (You know, I should dig your motherfucking ass up)
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| Angels won't find me (Just to spit in your fucking face)
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| Where are you going? |
| (Holding my baby pictures up like you're proud of me)
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| I'm leaving heaven (Fuck you, bitch)
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| I'm leaving heaven (You know what? Maybe if I had had you)
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| Angels won't find me (I wouldn't have went through half the shit I went through, so I blame you)
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| Where are you going? |
| (Or maybe I should say, "Thank you")
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| ('Cause I wouldn't have been me)
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| So you better, you better run (Yeah)
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| You better, you better run (So I'ma let it go now, rest in peace)
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| You better, you better run (Cocksucker)
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| You better, you better run (See you in Hell) |