| Tell me how to live while I’m skipping through life
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| Trying to find a right path never giving to strife
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| A lot of dark days ahead while I’m lifting the light
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| Struggle with my own thoughts while I’m seeking delight
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| Trying to find a better day still spitting the rap
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| Will I find a better place when I’m speaking to God?
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| It’s only grace that can find a way
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| My strength stay a mile away
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| Trying to find my place in this earth, never run away
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| If I could take it back, I would start, never find a way
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| Let my birds play when we’re fine we could fly away
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| Touch the sky and never wish a brighter day
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| Cause I’ll be home and never ever miles away
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| Lift a heavy heart, its fine we could fly away
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| We find a way when we thirst for the finer things
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| Designer clothes, fame and the diamond rings
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| I just want to go home, that’s my final thing
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| Verse 2: Sage Poet
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| House of many emotions, sacrilegious and holy
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| Dualities I’m coping be training my mind to notice
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| Anomalies in finer things, finding bliss in hopeless
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| Be the Yang and Yin in poet, earth and sky, dusk and dawning
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| Life and death moment, Ragnar cries to Odin
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| Caged by the homies now declared as opponents
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| The enemies are closest friend to foe Judas motives
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| Because we once traded stories like Tommy Eagan and Ghost did
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| Life and it’s moments, whack side of dopeness
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| Ugly side of beautiful little is my offending you
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| Flows under the bridge are foes that I’m subjected to
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| Now I got to die with the fact envy is killing you
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| Blood brothers have now turned into haters
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| Motivated by party life, women and paper
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| The price of being famous got you turning into traitor
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| Love thy neighbor once raised us brothers turned to strangers
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| Verse 3: Genetix
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| Mind, body and soul, flawless on the low
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| I’m feeling like my times up I’m ready to go
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| Always lost in thought, long story short
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| The beginning of the end is here, let’s make it clear
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| The future of a generation hanging in the balance
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| They say everything is a combination of nuisance
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| Who’s fighting for us? |
| who’s standing with us?
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| I hope you pay attention like Mary mother of Jesus
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| On the Mountain, 2000 years ago it was written
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| A further thousand years after Eve ate the forbidden
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| A call for revolution is the only thing I’m hearing
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| But moral of the story is God is never sleeping
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| Children of the sun ready to go against the system
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| Quite a perfect time for us to stop playing the victim
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| As a genius, I try to keep evolving every time
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| The voice of the youth and all pleasure is mine
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| Verse 4: King Kananji
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| My home is where my mama at
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| The four walls gave me power, the forearms of my father
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| Held me constant, I know love and all the daughters
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| In my heart and four corners she resides
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| What up sunshine! |
| Let your light shine inside
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| Through the windows of my soul I stole a glimpse of the dawn
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| Seek shelter under trees and Psalms and palm trees
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| And songs a calm breeze on both knees I worship
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| Knowing inside is where the church is
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| And it’s decorated perfect, every wall is art Basel
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| Thieves came through to storm it, me and Ella built a castle
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| Now we’re screaming from the rooftop (yeah)
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| We got Love and Revolution, what do you got?
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| We got generations waiting for the foundation placements in our statements
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| Heh! |
| They thought we was playing until they played it
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| Sticks and stones built a house, I found love and made it home
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| Until heavens gates await me, I’ll put heaven in these poems! |
| (King!) |