| We rally
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| Round the I
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| Around the I
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| And we never wonder
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| And we never wonder why
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| Nor will we say goodbye
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| That’s why we rally round the I
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| Round the I
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| Life’s a battle of the network stars
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| It’s unraveled & mentally scarred
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| I gambled on my destiny’s cards
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| Acapulco gold, jewels and coal
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| Fools behold, truth unfolds
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| View the road ahead of me, holmes
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| I’ve steadily grown
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| My heavenly soul control the deadliest chrome
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| But the life of a child is what God has blessed me to mold
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| This is something I put before everything, every thought
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| Every bit of energy is focused on her every need
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| I don’t give a fuck how gangster you think you are
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| When you witness the birth of your first child it hits hard
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| Speaking for myself I’m still speechless
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| But I owe it to her to put this into words
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| In case I’m not here when she peeps this
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| God forbid, I plan to be here 'til a hundred and five
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| 'Til my great grandchildren are alive
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| 'Til they listen to this rhyme and wonder why
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| We rally round the eye
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| It’s so we never say goodbye
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| Baby girl, it’s for you, Riya
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| I want you to love me
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| And never, ever worry
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| It doesn’t matter anymore
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| No more
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| It’s time for us to rally round the I
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| Let’s rally round the I
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| Rally round the I
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| Rally round the I
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| Rally round the I
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| We named you after my mother’s mother
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| She raised me, now we raise you
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| When I look at you, praise due
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| Thank God for this beautiful life
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| Now everything makes sense, thank God for my beautiful wife
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| In Hindu, Riya’s a singer, a beautiful voice
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| We could’ve stopped right there, what a beautiful choice
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| In Hebrew it means «joy», in Arabic it means «hope»
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| In Latin it means «queen», in Yiddish it means «rose»
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| To me it means kick down doors with four-fours
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| If grandma was still here she’d have given me the chrome
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| I don’t grind for me no more, I grind for her
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| I don’t live for me no more, I’d die for her
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| Human Rights, we bringing the truth to the light
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| Bring the youth to the fight while we shoot through the night
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| This is dedicated to my wife and my baby girl
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| Riya Mae Braunstein, I give you my whole world
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| I love you |