| There’s something about a day like this that
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| Makes me want to raise my fist and say
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| Let’s rise and shine
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| It’s time to face the world
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| There’s something about a day like this that
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| Makes me want to raise my fist and say
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| Let’s rise and shine
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| It’s time to face the world
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| If I died tonight, I’mma keep living through words I’ve used
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| Standing out in the rain singing the curbside blues
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| See I’m a street smart rapper with a nerd’s IQ
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| Just staring down at the world giving my bird’s eye view
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| This life’s short so I’m taking it one day a time
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| Then I relive it through the stories that I say in my rhymes
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| Stay in my grind
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| And I’m praying to find
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| A way to design the colors that display in my mind onto the song’s canvas
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| I’m trying to write out all my wrong answers
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| And beat the odds cause they say that I ain’t have strong chances
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| Success always starts with a dream but
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| The closer that it gets it’s like the farther it seems
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| Growing up I never cared about the stars on the screen
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| And never fell for the marketing schemes targeting teens
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| I’m a free spirit, experienced life and breathe lyrics
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| My momma taught her son to be fearless
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| And I’m laid back because the west is my home
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| I got these bill collectors calling me and texting my phone
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| I left them alone, decided they were stressing my dome
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| I knew it all when i was younger and so much less when I’m grown alone
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| A lost angel in the city of dreams
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| It ain’t as pretty as it seems on the video screens
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| It’s hideous things, but still I got the sun in my face, running in place
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| But we gonna make it one of these days because
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| There’s something about a day like this that
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| Makes me want to raise my fist and say
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| Let’s rise and shine
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| It’s time to face the world
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| There’s something about a day like this that
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| Makes me want to raise my fist and say
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| Let’s rise and shine
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| It’s time to face the world
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| Tomorrow is not what it used to be
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| And although forgotten, the youth I see walk in my shoes
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| Opportunity knock and soon to be lost when obstacles move in between
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| If all I got is the shoes on my feet
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| I refuse to be part of the cycle
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| And although my parents won’t view it as me
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| Truth is I see more of them features creeping through as we speak
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| Trying to grow as an artist and a man
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| When your life is in the music and it all begins to blend
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| It’s a give and take, of all the more I can
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| That’s always been a part that’s so hard to understand
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| I know some day, I want to be a dad
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| But the thought of fatherhood makes you got to get a grasp on your life
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| And any problems that you had
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| Can’t wander when the kid is there, walking in your path
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| Trying to find some peace in myself
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| And at the same time maybe reach someone else
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| At the least I can speak what I felt
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| In the moment knowing that I leave nothing held back
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| If I was blessed with a second turn
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| I search for what direction works and step with purpose
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| Wouldn’t stress against a worry
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| Being less I hurry I guess it’s a lesson learned
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| There’s something about a day like this that
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| Makes me want to raise my fist and say
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| Let’s rise and shine
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| It’s time to face the world
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| There’s something about a day like this that
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| Makes me want to raise my fist and say
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| Let’s rise and shine
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| It’s time to face the world |