| Times keep changing
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| I’m followed by 12 disciples with 9 lives inside my tyrant mind
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| I burn 6J's with three masons
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| The math equals forever
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| I’ve never been terrified to die, n****
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| So forever I’ll keep chasing
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| My biggest fear is being the young position
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| I’m a master more than a Christian
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| More than a Buddhist, more than a Muslim
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| What is false religion?
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| What is 13 descendants inside a haunted pentagram with chains, whips and
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| bitches believing in paradigm?
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| Love is the vision
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| Love is the vision
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| Why?
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| The sun went back
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| Tell me what you see
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| I know a million fall
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| Bowing at your feet
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| I hope you warm up
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| I hope you warm up
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| Your diamonds on my back
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| Shining bright as the sun
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| There’s something in your heart
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| Don’t you say you’re gonna
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| I know you warm up
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| I hope you warm up
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| Finger on that trigger
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| Finger on that trigger
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| Finger on that trigger
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| I hope you warm up
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| I hope you warm up
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| Finger on that trigger
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| I hope you
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| Run, run, run, run, run, run…
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| Finger on that trigger
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| I hope you
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| Run
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| Soul religion
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| The crucifixion of an Egyptian pyramids' third eye vision misguided from gods
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| peripheral
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| Baby boy turned blue, blue turned baby gun powder — fists forgot power so shoot
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| Inject this freedom, America
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| Brainwash the mind with soap water for currency
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| Soul swiped the body, exchange image for bogus — you run
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| Don’t turn back to be, turn in to one
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| Love and also passion endorses passion and thinks you do find love — or
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| revolution.
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| Escape the paradox being the mind is a trap if its on a box.
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| It’s four corners but, even math can be turned into one
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| I could be honest, we all lust for the same thing: Flash, Fame, Money, Cars,
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| Girls.
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| But ask old Robert Johnson what all happened when he caught the blues at the
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| crossroads
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| I say: Extend your arms to whatever it is that you do love but don’t let it
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| kill you.
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| Open fists, enough air to pray that your soul is more gold than appearance of
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| blacks who pay for your tea and thoughts.
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| Your peace and mind.
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| And the one that you are.
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| Run, run, run, run.
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| Finger on that trigger
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| I hope you run. |