| I feel alive
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| Sky high
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| I’ve arrived
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| Right on time
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| I’m still alive, it’s fantastic
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| The Grateful Dead with this rapping
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| This feeling I feel is really real, you can’t put that in a caption
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| I’m making the changes, they drastic
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| Expanding my mind like elastics
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| Smuff got the sound and it’s classic
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| You hear the frequencies clashing
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| We rationing thoughts that we think so they cognizant with the beat
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| In this monastery of peace where our demons can be released
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| I been a renaissance man of my time, reflect my soul through these rhymes
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| Dropping off diamonds and gems, nickels and dimes to consume
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| I just keep planting the seeds, and from the womb to the tomb
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| Applying the pressure for growth, that’s how we blossom and bloom
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| But to the signs are they blind, selective vision for some
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| I try to correct it, being a voice for the neglected
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| Giving 'em everything, my effort excellent, go check my record
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| Staying resilient, never torn
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| Through the storm, I am reborn
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| Elevate, we never settle for less
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| Until my last breath I’m fighting, make 'em call in the ref
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| The circumstances and situations I’ll never accept
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| The cold scent of death is in the air, I hope I ain’t next
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| Said it’s the stress
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| It’s the pain
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| Below the surface that they eyes can’t see
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| It’s the stress
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| It’s the pain
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| Below the surface that they eyes can’t see
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| Keeping my cards to my chest, I just play my hand again
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| Running in place, I’m stagnant, stuck, no movement like a mannequin
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| Wandering, I’m scrambling
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| Panic, I feel like I’m rambling
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| Playing my soul, rolled, it’s like I’m gambling, my future scene’s a guillotine
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| Kill my ego and live my dream
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| Probably gon' float in the mezzanine
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| Angels singing, they heavenly, hopefully they remember me
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| I pray I reach the heights that I intend to see
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| Relentlessly, my words are crafted carefully, no plagiarism in my messaging
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| The recipe is repetition till I rest in peace
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| The hill is steep, the fall is deep, the strong survive, the weak’ll sleep
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| They monetize the program and then turn the people into sheep, they never weep
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| Desensitized with acts of violence, enough to traumatize 'em, now been
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| normalized
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| Just another post or be immortalized, not fortified, the public’s mortified
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| Turn on the faucet, let the doves cry
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| Let us live one time
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| Let us in sometimes
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| This is a moment of silence, let us all enjoy the sunshine
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| Based upon my steady trajectory, I’m going up now
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| Too high to come down
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| Elevate, we never settle for less
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| Until my last breath I’m fighting, make 'em call in the ref
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| The circumstances and situations I’ll never accept
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| The cold scent of death is in the air, I hope I ain’t next
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| Said it’s the stress
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| It’s the pain
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| Below the surface that they eyes can’t see
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| It’s the stress
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| It’s the pain
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| Below the surface that they eyes can’t see |