| Every move I make he watch
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| Cus gon' slit his wrist if he can’t tell what time it is
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| Now when I find a break I’m dancing so unique
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| They know my words are electric the way they boogaloo across the beat
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| In these streets I run these emcees
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| Now crown the Jam Master Jay and they say, «Who's house is this?»
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| I reply, «Me and the brethren»
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| So Mary Mary, don’t you weep but Mary Mary, why you buggin'?
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| Thuggin' get you buried where I’m from
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| It’s scary crazy situations vary on the daily where I’m from
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| So I don’t rap, I speak in collages
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| And try to make every lesson point in the direction of where God is
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| Polish off the faith, embrace the path of the light
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| Resting in the fact I’m prepared for the fight
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| Might not be the flame, but I’m the spark that ignites
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| The wind beneath the wings of eagles on a purposeful flight, it’s like
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| Now life is simple, but comes with a complex
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| Got you busy juggling your struggle with progress
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| Focused on the rubble and nonsense
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| Looking to perfect the gathering of material objects
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| Limiting the listening to leaders lacking depth
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| Rejecting riveting performances from truth you can’t accept
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| I’ve been hoping open-mindedness becomes the norm and a culture of excellence
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| will begin to take form
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| We’re human beings being human inhumane
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| To everyone they come across, there’s so much we can gain
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| No one’s gonna force you to, you must decide to change
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| Happiness abounds but you can’t escape some pain
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| ‘cause without pressure diamonds wouldn’t be and neither would we
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| Sometimes you gotta hit your knees
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| I may not be the flame, but I’m the spark that ignites
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| The wind beneath the wings of eagles on a purposeful flight, it’s like |