| hold on, I say
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| Night turns dawn, have faith
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| We’re almost home, half way
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| You be strong I pray
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| We’re almost Home[Verse 1: Gem
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| What they give you?
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| Twenty million?
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| Twelve thousand?
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| A few Lamborghinis, couple houses
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| Lifetime’s supply of wire cell trousers
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| Got you passing turkeys out to show you care about us
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| But what about the life that you promote to make us doubt us?
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| Or robbing us of all our hope to sell a couple albums
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| I’m sure that this would be insulting to the brother Malcolm
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| And the marching that Martin thought would bring another outcome
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| You’re either flying in the friendly skies with the falcons
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| Or dyin' at the giant’s feet, right beside the mouse’s
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| Features more than country stores and how to buy your outfit
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| Why keep us numb, dumb and living on our momma’s couches?
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| What have we become, I can’t believe that we’ve allowed this
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| Shunned because I ain’t shooting guns and bagging ounces
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| I’d rather lose my tongue and have nothing to pronounce wit
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| You feel the same way, you’re just afraid to announce it[Hook: Gem |
| Just hold on, I say
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| Night turns dawn, have faith
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| We’re almost home, half way
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| You be strong I pray
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| We’re almost Home[Verse 2: Gem
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| They say the game is to be sold
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| I could share some stories with you Lupe ever told
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| From the po-lice locking Chillyup to hanging out with Hov
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| To the monies that I’ve never seen off albums that were sold
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| In the industry where everybody’s fighting for control
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| Over pennies when they clearly should be fighting for their souls
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| It stripped me of my inner peace, my energy was cold
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| Imagery’s the centrepiece, was empty in the soul
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| Friends become your frenemiesand spite you coz your goals
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| Hurts you, coz the ones you thought would never turn to foes
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| But never did I fall
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| My God could open doors for me no man could ever close
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| Grace always protecting me from wolves that come in droves
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| Crazy how these blasphemies coz surely I’ve been chose
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| My great amounts of treachery has yet to be disclosed
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| And my destiny’s so checked for me, respected round the globe[Hook: Gem
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| Just hold on, I say |
| Night turns dawn, have faith
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| We’re almost home, half way
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| You be strong I pray
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| We’re almost Home[Verse 3: Gem
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| Had no idea that Christian rap and Gospel music weren’t the same
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| I’m thinking, «What's the difference?
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| They both call on Jesus' name»
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| Tryna come to grips with it because it’s boggling my brain
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| Who cares how you deliver it?
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| You choose to rap, he choose tosing
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| My only issue is you people kinda box me in a lane
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| Put limits on a gift that God has totally ordained
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| I’m bumping Tasha Cobbs until I’m broken from these chains
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| You sure you’re doing this for God?
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| Or is it really for the fame?
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| Is it just a cover up to get your foot inside the game?
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| And when you make it to the topthen you’ll forget from what you came?
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| Are you denying the title of the genre because you’re ashamed?
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| Deny Me on the earth and I’ll deny you where I reign[Hook: Gem
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| Just hold on, I say
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| Night turns dawn, have faith
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| We’re almost home, half way
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| You be strong I pray
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| We’re almost Home (
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| We’re almost home
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| We’re almost home, we’re almost home) X4 |