| I started off just a boy trying to find himself
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| On an earth that I hardly knew
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| Life just wasn’t what it seemed on the TV screen
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| I can’t lie tho', my eyes were glued
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| I grew up in the US
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| Off welfare checks
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| No stability, we’d always move
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| Either in with my aunt cause my mama ain’t work
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| Our favorite day of the month: the first
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| That’s when we’d go shop
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| We’d go spend
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| Spent most my time with my so-called friends
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| Hanging out in the streets watching the world go by
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| So stuck in the moment I forgot I was even alive
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| I didn’t know about death until my grandma passed
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| To tell the truth, it never crossed my mind
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| She told me pray before I go outside
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| And trust no man cause you’d be surprised
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| When the boy meets world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| By '96 it was me and my sis
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| Big bro left was like he ain’t exist
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| Dad was never around
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| I ain’t even trip, cause I had a step father
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| When Randy ain’t bother
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| Was in the late eighties when him and my mama split
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| Soon as I was born he winds up in the pen
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| I wind up with a pen, a paper, and a dream
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| Before I realized this is where my life begins
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| Started writing poems when I hit the group home
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| First time I remember ever feeling alone
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| Whole lot to handle for a nine-year-old
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| In my mind fantasized about flying to Rome
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| Leaving everything behind even at a tender age
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| Uncle always thought I was going through a phase
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| Until I hit the studio
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| Until I hit the stage
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| Just scribbling my life on the page
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| When the boy meets world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| Started rhyming in junior high school
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| Out of love
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| All I needed was some fly shoes
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| Hung with the thugs
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| Wouldn’t think cause of my IQ
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| I sold drugs just to bubble and buy food
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| And blow bud
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| High school was different
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| A lot more attention
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| Every day played hooky
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| I was hardly in attendance
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| Always in some mischief
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| Until I got religious
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| Selling bean pies, spent time with the minister
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| And that lasted about a year
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| Before you know it I was back maneuvering with my peers
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| Met Hec Saprano at the age of sixteen
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| Was just a lil nigga with big dreams
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| It was '06 when I first hit the scene
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| Rocking shows without my team
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| When people always said I was a star
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| Can’t believe that I made it this far
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| Now the boy meets the world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world
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| Now you’ve come so far
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| Look at where you’ve been
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| It’s time to see the world (It's time to see the world)
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| Swear I can’t figure why
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| My brothers sell 'caine
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| To survive in these times, I don’t know who to blame
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| Could blame the media, like
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| They’re the reason I might
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| Just start a revolution
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| Know the devil recruitin'
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| They got us overseas
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| Killin' people that bleed
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| The same color as your brother but we too blind to see
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| We’re very much the same
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| Despite what you believe
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| Know we can make a change
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| But it’s the same old song
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| Song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song
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| Said it’s the same old
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| Song
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| Now if we took a little time
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| Swallowed all our pride
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| We could fix the situation
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| But it’s the same old song
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| The same old song
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| Now if we took a little time
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| Took a look inside
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| We could stop killing each other
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| But it’s the same old song
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| The same old song
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| Yea!
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| I sit back in a daze
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| Swear the world’s insane
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| Get so high I could fly but I’d rather escape
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| Find my oasis in the most exotic of places
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| Wish I had the solution to these problems we facing
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| They got us overseas
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| Killing people that bleed
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| The same color as your brother but we too blind to see
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| We’re very much the same
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| Despite what you believe
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| Know we can make a change
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| But it’s the same old song
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| Song, song, song, song, song, song
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| Said it’s the same old song
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| Song, song, song, song, song, song |
| Said it’s the same old song
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| Now if we took a little time
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| Swallowed all our pride
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| We could fix the situation
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| But it’s the same old song
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| The same old song
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| Now if we took a little time
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| Took a look inside
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| We could stop killing each other
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| But it’s the same old song
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| The same old song
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| They say a change is gonna come. |
| They say look for a better tomorrow.
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| I think I found mine. |
| See, everything you go through in life. |
| All the bullshit,
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| the drama, the turmoil. |
| It all, just makes you who you are. |
| So I thank God for
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| my life. |
| The ups and down. |
| And I wanna thank you. |
| You and yours.
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| For tunin' in Boy Meets World. |
| Shout out to my man Exile. |
| The whole DS
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| Section 8 family, Bravo, Graphic
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| My family, my big brother, Veto
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| Big sis' Tasha, you know I’m sayin'?
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| My mother, given me life, know I’m sayin'?
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| Can’t forget mines
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| My uncle Roy, for playin' my father
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| My biological wasn’t around, know I’m sayin'?
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| My man Hectic, my man Evidence
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| Planet Asia, you and I, J-Mitchell
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| Davis on the keys ladies and gentlemen, yeah
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| , Kevin Hill, Halo Black, my man, my man Teddy
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| Cash is king, uncle Tom what up?
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| The whole World, you know I’m sayin'?
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| The whole Word…
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| Give a shout out to my man Sam Hanson
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| , like to dedicate this album to my grandmother
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| Rest in peace, Lance Gibson
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| She told me nothing in life is promised, you got to go out there and get it
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| If you want it, you gotta grind, you know I’m sayin'?
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| Do it right, or don’t do it at all, that’s real
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| My man J-Kim, man Blue, it’s the Fab
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| My man M-Dot, what up? |
| The Alchemist
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| Rap word, and last but not least
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| To all my nieces, Natasha, Sonaya, Nadya, this one’s for you
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| Peace and love |