| Low on self-esteem, fools been out for me
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| Someones watching me, this world ain’t proper
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| Be thinking I could be dead
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| Low on self-esteem, fools been out for me
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| Someones watching me, this love ain’t proper
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| Be thinking I could be dead
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| And I guess we them little black beetles
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| Just want attractive singles
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| And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles
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| I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it’s still legal
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| Weeding through cathedrals applied to my cerebral
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| They ain’t built they feeble, driven by the ego
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| The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people
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| How many lives will they take today? |
| We ain’t equal
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| Another world where it’s sequel a doomsday prequel
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| This ain’t the world we thought it was when we as in pre-school
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| Sometimes it’s hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I’m see-thru
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| Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you
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| Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts
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| I won’t say I take it back, because I worked hard for that
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| But this life ain’t turn out to be what it seem
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| Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream
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| Got me
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| Who would’ve thought a marchin' Martin could spark a starvin' artist
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| Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey
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| Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly
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| Smoking herb with just Marley and me
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| This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree
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| Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave, that’s mother nature for ya
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| Uh, patient it’s sagacious I ain’t gon pay shit why she ain’t gon say shit
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| Now that’s respectable cause most women expect it tho
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| Except that the words are derived through the rhythm wreck em'
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| Professional, exceptional, half man half extra terrestrial
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| They got me |