| Mic check, mic check 1−2 1−2
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| Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps
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| Grown shit though, is when you can recognize that
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| And I recognize that, and real recognize that
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| Talk to em…
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| Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object
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| Bull should’ve known better than counting me out, I’m from the projects
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| So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong
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| Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on
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| They wanted to see Budden gone, fiend’d out on sour
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| But nobody helped put Budden on, had to bring my own power so
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| I’m having a private party, that only myself attends
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| And if the DJ plays the song to my soul, it’ll give itself a cleanse
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| They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed
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| But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe
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| Architect of my own path, I’d like to think it’s designed the best
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| Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test
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| No niggas on house arrest, I’m on a minor rest
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| You trying to call me or text me, don’t even bother
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| I’m trying to give mind a rest
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| I got a treasure but its content is invisible
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| Was filled before with shit that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable
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| My affairs together, here forever, yeah I’m back to work
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| Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first
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| My life’s a crap shoot, my dice are loaded, ain’t no stopping me
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| Most interesting man, a hard place is between a rock and me
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| I’m torn within, and my eyes are heavy
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| I’m born again, just means I died already
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| Means I survived already, so fuck they want with me?
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| World been against me so long, misery hates my company
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| Isolated my whole life, not many know who Joseph is
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| In order to reciprocate love, you gotta notice it
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| Gotta recognize it, gotta feel it first
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| Gotta be let inside it, feel its hurt and then kneel to its worst
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| If you contain it, don’t hide it, gotta reveal it first
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| And when you think you hit rock bottom, gotta feel it worse
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| Or, my rule book is just dated
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| And for you to truly appreciate it, you gotta at least be hated
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| Mama I made it, if anyone know my way was hard
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| They prayed for my Downfall on deaf ears, I was praying to God
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| So God, I loved love till it resented me
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| And if it’s still a stranger, then I love who it pretends to be
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| No Love Lost
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| No love found
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| They found a little bit though
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| I don’t know where they found it out, but it was there
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| So I guess the moral of the story
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| Is as you mature, so will it
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| Just gotta find it
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| One… |