| Effort
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| Effort to grow and to improve
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| To progress
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| I’ve tried to be excellent
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| With no regrets
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| That shit’s not easy
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| They say a lesson’s more impressive than a blessing
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| I’ve tried to learn by sweating
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| I’m just guessing that earning is more deserving and worthy of your attention
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| Never trusted my senses
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| It’s a justified sentence
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| My two cents is try adjusting my lens
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| It’s defenseless
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| Now I can see better
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| Heavens have sent me to breathe letters
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| So keep your green cheddar
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| Given nothing but reasons to quit
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| Not talking bout spittin
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| I’m talking bout slittin a wrist
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| You getting the jist?
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| But I’m fin' to persist cuz I love to exist
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| Give a hug and a kiss to my mother and sister
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| And on the seventh day God took a rest
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| But I’m not into resting
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| Life’s just too interesting
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| And I ain’t made a universe so what am I restin for?
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| Rest assured I think the best’s in store
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| And I’m a test it til my chest is sore
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| They say that less is more
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| Then they invest in wars
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| They stay obsessed with oil
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| I’m dressin warm and when we storm the pentagon with weapons drawn
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| To settle the score I’ll revel in awe
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| Pepper my sweater with veteran thoughts
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| Quotes from Emerson and Jefferson represents rhetoric in how to be better than
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| flawed
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| I’ve tried my best to become a beloved righteous man
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| In the dark, holding the torch to the violence that’s in my heart
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| (It's the spark)
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| To start a revolution of the mind
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| But I find that I am more of an animal type
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| With a knife swipe that’ll have you bleeding by pints
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| (Most nights)
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| I fights with my inner self
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| My sinner self
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| My Eddie Vedder Jeremy better get some help but I am somewhere else
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| (Where)
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| Lost would be too small of a word
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| I sort of preferred
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| Philosophers once told me that my death has been greatly encouraged
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| But I submerged
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| My sin is the curse
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| With administers courage
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| And swam to the depths of hell where my corpse had once furnished
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| Burning in the furnace but my spirits surfaced
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| Thus acquiring skeletal wings that could not be purchased
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| Destroying enemies of the art form became my soul’s sole purpose
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| Once my words are transmitted
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| The core of the earth is shifted
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| The orbiting worlds tilted
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| The curse of my verse lifted
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| Your neck is so exposed
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| I slit it
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| Committed to spittin venom through time continuums
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| Rippin the voice boxes of the lineages of those who don’t rhyme legitimate
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| I plead innocent
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| Wickedest citizens
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| Is it my imagination figment
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| That I could tear a motherfucker’s bones from his ligaments?
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| Minus the cheap bravado
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| Big Chino with the deepest styles
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| That run wild like bulimia in Victoria’s Secret models
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| You feel it?
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| You feel it?
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| You feel it?
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| You feel it?
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| You feel it?
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| You feel it?
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| You feel it?
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| Yo
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| Feel that water inside?
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| You could end up in hot water when you skatin on thin ice
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| That separation divides
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| We needed both of those sides
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| Y’all got nothing but hype
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| When the water starts to boil
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| Why not keep the fire on high?
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| Y’all got nothing but hype
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| I’m not bluffin or lying
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| I’m not puffin with pride
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| I write with ink so permanently
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| Y’all are pencils bein led
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| We
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| Feel that water inside
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| I got nothing to hide
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| The goal’s the journey and I’m learning all the time
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| God knows that I’ve tried
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| All I know is survive
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| Y’all got nothing but hype
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| Your mind is fine
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| So just unwind
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| Stay unified
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| I am water
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| You are wine
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| There ain’t no reason to whine
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| There ain’t no reason to cry
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| I ain’t got nothing but time
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| I ain’t got nothing to hide |