| Do you know how much I put into this? |
| Do you know? |
| Everything
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| The sacrifice is all I got
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| It’s all love
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| The sacrifice is all I need
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| It’s what I want
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| I fight the good fight while we battle in Babylon
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| Build the foundation, turning doubters to tag-a-longs
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| Feed the generations of your family from your catalog
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| I indoctrinate them through the statements of this monologue
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| Running in this marathon, putting in miles like Pelotons
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| Tryna make it out the shallowest waters like pelicans
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| Renaissance of the Avant Garde like Rembrandt
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| For the duration of my stay I play by rules that I create
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| My main objective: simplify the formula locked in my mind
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| The more I search, the more I find, the elevated climb
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| And common thoughts collected from this numb
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| The pain ignore assumptions
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| Can’t get lost in commentary or indulge unnecessarily
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| Apparently we say perception’s realer than reality
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| I’m following my path
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| I’m in the valley of the mountain peak
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| The journey that I’m on is self fulfilling, push it to the limit
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| Put my all inside my art, I know I’ll make it God willing
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| Feeling like I gave 'em too much, I hit the clutch
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| Adjust, this a must, adapt, or you combust
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| In these microwave times designed to make you rush
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| Going nowhere in a hurry, yeah we constantly worry
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| We treat attention like it’s currency, they eyes on me
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| But really we inside a prison, it’s just commissary
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| A life sentence isolated, watch your sanity leave
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| That loneliness is what the vanity breeds
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| I do believe
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| They say we programmed, desensitized by traumas and pain
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| Animals they hurt for profits, we just grazing the plains
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| They looking at human beings as losses and gains
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| Literal livestock, the goal to box us in and take us all out
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| Money ain’t the root of evil, it’s the prerequisite for it
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| Power can surely usurp it
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| In lamer terms it all looks worthless
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| It’s not working
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| The current system we in is disrupting our purpose
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| It’s harder to heal
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| No, empathy is getting harder to feel
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| Could make you molotov and the field
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| And have yo' back against the wall with the steel
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| To let it off at your will
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| Inflicted pain you keep inside that you want others to feel
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| Been crying out for years for help but there ain’t no one
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| Feeling like I gave 'em too much, I hit the clutch
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| Adjust, this a must, adapt, or you combust
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| In these microwave times designed to make you rush
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| Going nowhere in a hurry, yeah we constantly worry
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| We treat attention like it’s currency, they eyes on me
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| But really we inside a prison, it’s just commissary
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| A life sentence isolated, watch your sanity leave
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| That loneliness is what the vanity breeds
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| I do believe |