| They say the odds against me are crooked and impossible
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| Like I was born with a hole in my heart as an obstacle
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| I was left to die by the doctors in the Children’s Hospital
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| But I never lose hope, success is psychological
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| The world is volatile and the street is my education
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| Shapin' the nation, like the blueprint of a Mason
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| While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion
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| So I’m focused on my economic situation
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| I’m like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash
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| I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh
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| A lot of niggas drop science, but they don’t know the math
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| Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path
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| It’s funny how on the block niggas will kill you for cash
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| But never raise the gun and cry out, «Freedom at last!»
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| The cold war is over, but the world is still gettin' colder
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| Atlas walkin' through the projects, with the hood on my shoulders
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| I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers
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| But then a general will decide when their life would be over
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| So I work hard until my personality’s split
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| Like the Black Panthers, into the Bloods and the Crips
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| They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminisce
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| Like Yeshua ben Yusef flippin' through Genesis
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| Ignorance is venomous, and it murders the soul
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| Spreadin' like a virus, runnin' rampant, out of control
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| So if I should ever fall and get caught in the hustle
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| Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle
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| From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble
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| Spray paintin' on the streets and at the subway tunnels
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| Write it down and remember that we never gave in
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| The mind of a child is where the revolution begins
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| So if the solution has never been to look in yourself
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| How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?
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| Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle
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| ‘Cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin' cracks in a duffle
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| Upstate, behind steel gates, attacked in a scuffle
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| Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils
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| Hacked through your muscle
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| But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you
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| And it’s the lawyers, not the inmates, schemin' to fuck you
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| Tryna fight the system from inside eventually corrupts you
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| But that’s what you get when you put a corporation above you
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| And it’s the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most
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| Sometimes when they die, you find yourself cursin' their ghost
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| But you make success, nobody delivers your fate
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| Sometimes you give and you take
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| Since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakes
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| And that’s the truth about life
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| Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice
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| Because even though we survived
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| Through the struggle that made us
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| We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us
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| But I’m going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges
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| And semi-automatic barrages that empty the cartridge
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| Post-traumatically scarred kids that try to be brave
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| Because niggas backstab each other just to try to get paid
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| Turn cannibal, like knights during the crusades
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| Afraid of responsibility, addicted to greed
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| Beatin' their girl, purposefully losin' a seed
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| As if we were bound to the destiny we used to receive
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| So if I should ever fall and get caught in the hustle
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| Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle
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| From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble
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| Spray paintin' on the streets and at the subway tunnels
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| Write it down and remember that we never gave in
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| The mind of a child is where the revolution begins
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| So if the solution has never been to look in yourself
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| How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?
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| I used to wonder about people who don’t believe in themselves
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| But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else
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| They cursed us to only see the worst in ourselves
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| Blind to the fact the whole time we were hurtin' ourselves
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| I used to wonder about people who don’t believe in themselves
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| But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else
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| They cursed us to only see the worst in ourselves
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| Blind to the fact the whole time we were hurtin' ourselves
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| I used to wonder… |