| It’s frustrating when you just can’t express yourself
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| And it’s hard to trust enough to undress yourself
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| To stand exposed and naked in a world full of hatred
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| Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred
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| I pause, take a step back, record all the set backs
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| Fast forward towards the stars and the jetpack
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| My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
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| The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
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| I’ve got something to say, oh eyo
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| Yesterday is gone, tomorrow’s on the way
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| That name on that birth certificate, that ain’t the real me
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| That ain’t the real me, the lies can’t conceal me
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| The sunrise and the moon tides and the skies gonna reveal me
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| My brain pours water on my tear ducts to heal me
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| I’ve got something to say, oh eyo
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| Yesterday is gone, tomorrow’s on the way
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| The message grab ahold to every ears it get whispered in
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| The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistening, yeah
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| The universe is listening, be careful what you say in it
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| My grandma told me every bed a nigga make, he lay in it
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| I’ve got something to say, oh eyo
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| Yesterday is gone, tomorrow’s on the way
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| The church you pray in it, the work is on the outside
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| Staring out the windows, it’s for love songs and house flies
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| I’ve got something to say, oh eyo
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| Yesterday is gone, tomorrow’s on the way
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| I’ve got something to say, oh eyo
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| Yesterday is gone, tomorrow’s on the way |