| I’m alive again
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| More alive than I have ever been
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| And now I’m climbing, climbing
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| To the top to win
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| And nothing’s gonna stop, stop
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| Me in the end
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| Victorious
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| And everyday that I awake
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| I say a prayer and I give thanks
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| That I’m alive and I am glad
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| That I’ve been given one more chance
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| My eyes are open now I see
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| The powers dwelling within me
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| I’ve done the deeds I’ve cleared my head
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| Now I am clean back from the dead
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| Whoa!
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| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me now
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| And I’m not backing down (hey hey hey)
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| I will stand my ground (hey hey hey)
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me now
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| Look how far I’ve come
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| The wars that I have won
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| I think out loud
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| Victorious and proud
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| The years behind
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| The tears I try to hide
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| This pain won’t last
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| Time to remove this mask
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| My eyes are open now I see
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| The powers dwelling within me
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| I’ve done the deeds I’ve cleared my head
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| Now I am clean back from the dead
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| Whoa!
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| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me now
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| And I’m not backing down (hey hey hey)
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| I will stand my ground (hey hey hey)
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me now
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| Wait stop, stop
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on
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| I got this new head on my shoulders and I’m lookin' for justice
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| So gladly seekin' out bitches that decided to talk shit
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| You want conflict? |
| Well I got it and I ain’t gonna stop
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| Until I drop or take that motherfuckin' place on top
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| Ain’t given it back when I take that place
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| As a matter of fact lets cut to the chase
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| Gonna take that spot on top of the list quick!
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| Call it statutory rape
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| You want some beef? |
| Better bring a fork
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| Cause I’m never gonna pass the torch
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| Gonna keep goin' with the flows exposin' you hoes to show you I’m more important
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| A lil' bit of dirt mixed with the mud a lil' bit of rock mixed with a thug
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| Gotta good heart inside my chest and a lil' bit of gangster in my blood
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| Been to jail I’ve been to prison went to hell and had a vision
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| Was presented with decision to change how I was livin'
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| Gotta give it up gotta give it back
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| I’ve had enough gotta get intact
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| As a matter of fact gotta get these kats in check and stack these fucking racks
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| Gotta get that cheese gotta get that bread gotta get that dough gotta get ahead
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| Gotta cut no slack to these motherfuckin' punks that held me down
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| BACK FROM THE DEAD GO!
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| Whoa!
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| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me
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| Whoa!
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| I rise above it all and I’m not coming down
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me now
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| And I’m not backing down (hey hey hey)
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| I will stand my ground (hey hey hey)
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| Whoa!
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| Because a champion is what they call me
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| A champion is what they call me now! |