| VERSE ONE
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| I’m sat thinking of an opening line, best way to start this album,
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| ascending like a falcon bringing the courage of Malcolm,
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| the dream of Martin, the grace of Mandela,
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| the greatness of Muhammad Ali looking back in the mirror,
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| who am I? |
| A man waiting for the world tell me?
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| like a bitch fucking another guy waiting for her to bell me?
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| nah', maybe when I was twenty, but never be in my thirties,
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| this world has been trying to hurt me from early, doing the dirty,
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| Governments and Tycoons,
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| Corporations and World Leaders setting my rules,
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| the fuck is up wit' that?
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| board meetings over, now they look for where the puppets at,
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| you and me black and white, pin stripe or truckers hat,
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| thinking we the suckers that forever sleepwalking,
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| Soldiers do all the shootin', Politicians do the talking,
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| Soldiers do all the dying, Politicians say their eulogy,
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| sippin' Scotch on a podium, their wives flaunt their jewellery,
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| I’m saying you ain’t fooling me, homie your world ain’t new to me,
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| I’m autonomous, taking this opportunity
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| to govern my life, govern my lifestyle,
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| so you can take away my reason to smile, but not the smile.
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| CHORUS
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| Autonomy (scratching)
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| VERSE TWO
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| Self-determination, I decide who I wanna be,
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| as long as I’m alive and I breathe then I won’t believe
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| these universal lies that I’m only an accessory,
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| just a commodity to another man’s necessity,
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| see my life as a recipe and choosing the ingredients,
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| it don’t include obedience or full time lenience,
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| that lifestyle’s tedious,
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| but to figure out that I cannot be owned,
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| man it doesn’t take a genius,
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| everybody see you as a label,
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| religion or ageism, class, sexuality or racial,
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| just so they can keep you in a box because they hate you,
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| lock you in and blame you when it’s time for them to shame you,
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| they will, they ill, they feel they control your destiny,
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| cos 99 percent is not enough, they want the rest of me,
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| but never the get the best of me,
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| cos God didn’t make me just so I could be a servant to your legacy,
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| watching you with jealously, afraid to live rebelliously,
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| suppressing all my truth so it’s something that you never see,
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| I want everyone to follow me,
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| as we put our middle fingers up and step with autonomy,
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| fuck that!
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| CHORUS
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| VERSE THREE
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| There are times when I sit thinking bout' man’s origination,
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| tell me does it match his destination,
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| if the situation is a nation shitting on a nation,
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| people wanna have control, they murdering, a celebration,
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| cos it’s all about the cash and the power,
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| building sky scrapers and towers and making money by the hour,
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| coercion and duress expands like a Durex,
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| one eye’s watching who’s now, the other looking who’s next,
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| everyone’s a victim, imagine the masses distracted
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| by what the TV says is attractive,
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| so you can look at me like just another black kid,
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| who holds the microphone because my education’s lacking,
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| there’s nothing wrong about you being wrong when it’s about me,
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| but rightfully I show you that you wrong and you just doubt me,
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| I’m out G, cos nothing you can do defines me,
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| so I don’t have to see me how you see me cos it blinds me
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| to my own life, my self worth, my existence,
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| my ideas, my thoughts, my truth, my persistence,
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| my right to govern myself, my own laws,
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| my autonomy determines my life cause; |
| pause.
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| CHORUS
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| VOICEMAIL MESSAGE
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| Sent yesterday at 5:34pm
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| «Hey D, what’s going on man? |
| It’s Pyrelli bruv,
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| look, it’s just a quick call bruv,
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| bruv I just wanted to let you know
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| I think you’re a fucking genius you know bruv,
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| I’m bumping this 4th Quarter shit, this Lei-an shit,
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| bruv the shit is fucking immense bruv,
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| the whole… them shit’s is incredible blood,
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| I just thought I should just phone you and just say that bruv,
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| strictly because I can bruv,
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| I hope you’re having a wonderful day bruv,
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| because I am getting the vibes from them 2 albums right there,
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| right about now blood,
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| keep doing what it is that the fuck you do bruv,
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| I’mma see you soon bruv,
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| peace, much love…»
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| CHORUS |