| Watching the stars bleach and carve their skin, got me wondering do I fit in
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| Hide my scars behind clothes, some say when you die
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| It’s the moment that your life begins
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| Keep running it’s a dead end road, let’s go we ain’t designed to win
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| If we not in charge why we fight so hard, I guess it’s just the pride of man
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| Everybody on your marks get ready get set go and we outta here
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| You could fly with god, if you die or starve
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| Run, run, run, run, run away
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| Obama’s gone how could you not have known who’s side you on
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| Pick a side, it’s either ours or the ones who fly the drones
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| Little size ticks and flies, some the size of homes
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| That swiftly glide through the friendly skies watching as we roam
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| The universe is infinite, surprise you not alone
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| Been at risk, nothing will survive don’t care how much we clone
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| Limit it, minutes tick before they pull us out our homes
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| Like immigrants, the son of god is sitting right beside the thrown
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| It’s limitless, times my mother couldn’t afford to buy a bone
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| Her gentle kiss, is what we looked forward to I call her phone and reminisce |
| Sounding like the cord is loose, hold on a sec I hear a glitch
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| Stones they been recording you stop talking so much and zip your lips
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| Predictions of the oracles, the world’s in the field of shift
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| I’m in and out of portal moves to different worlds is it a gift
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| Cursed because I’m a mortal fool who knows but rather plead the 5th
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| Because people think you crazy when u tell them u been seeing ships
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| Reptilians are real although I’ve never seen them shift
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| I got a friend who did what 85% think it’s a myth
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| The other 10% know but don’t care, the other 5% just keep it to themselves in
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| preparation for the big event
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| The living length of a black male living today, I give an inch
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| Smell the stench infected from the letter wrote by Willie Lynch
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| Ignorance is bliss the poor rejected by the filthy rich try your best to never
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| get infected by the filthiness
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| Those that’ll tattle tell don’t know
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| Those that have ties won’t tell a soul
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| Don’t sell your soul, Don’t sell your soul, Don’t sell your soul
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| There’s no amount of cries that hell won’t hold |
| The wells running dry the tales been told
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| Don’t sell your soul
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| Welcome to the new world
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| A lot of phone tapping
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| Lacking of homes having pappys
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| To attend the track meets
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| Federal drone tracking
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| System failing, no Medicaid for the sickle celling
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| Rich prevailing, Chem trailing, poisonous gas inhaling
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| Chance of a better day is in the river sailing
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| We get the tail end prestigious, building barricades beneath welding
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| Doomsday preparation, secret underground locations
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| We pledging to a flag of an un-united nation
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| Building birds secretly congregating
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| Where billionaires shape society to maintain every dime they making
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| God’s elite will unlock the combination
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| It’s a revelation
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| Mark of the beast and planted underneath the scar engravings
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| The TV watching, you watch every station
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| Love and Hip Hop’s got you blind, boy are we in for a rude awakening
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| Where’s the liberation
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| Population being controlled by a disease that’s boutta wipe out our whole
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| generation
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| Those that’ll tattle tell don’t know
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| Those that have ties won’t tell a soul |
| Don’t sell your soul, Don’t sell your soul, Don’t sell your soul
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| There’s no amount of cries that hell won’t hold
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| The wells running dry the tales been told
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| Don’t sell your soul
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| Welcome to the new world |