| Who was that?
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| Your creative needle has to keep moving
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| ‘cause the burden of being great is always having to prove it
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| Your creative needle has to keep moving
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| ‘cause the burden of being great is always having to prove it
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| Generously the creator gave this gift to me
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| Since then I’ve been persistent with its upliftment because I’m thankful for
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| its delivery
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| From the start of things, prospering was a fore-dream
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| Th process was exhausting
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| As I birthed my skill and nurturd it like an offspring
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| No resting, I felt greatness was destined
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| ‘cause my creative expression started to undergo an accelerated progression
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| A fresh pen became my best friend
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| And once I embraced that connection my affection for writing was never in
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| question
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| No secret, the accolades came frequent
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| And with each sentence, the people would seek to see if I could equal it or
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| exceed it
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| Ran straight through every bar that I was faced with
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| Saw greatness in the distance, challenging me to a race, that’s when I chased it
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| I caught and wrestled it into submission
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| Started living with the thought of to precision
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| And though I’m grateful for creative thought flames I’ve been given
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| To live up to my standards I became painfully driven
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| A blessing and a burden
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| The lesson here is urgent
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| This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving
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| My standard was established while the rest were just emerging
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| It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording
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| A blessing and a burden
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| The lesson here is urgent
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| This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving
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| My standard was established while the rest were just emerging
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| It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording
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| No one forced me to pick up this torch, it was self-handed
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| Now on this lonely island of high standards I felt stranded
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| The pressure quickly found my back and upon that it had landed
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| I hadn’t planned to answer to that contrasting dynamic
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| The parameters expanded, to maintain that was relentless
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| The demand for more music doubled and it came back with a vengeance
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| Like a true professional, I remained ethical
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| ‘cause falling a step below my excellent expected flow was unacceptable
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| Even when sleepy I’m conceiving deeply
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| The beats would incarcerate me
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| And only after completion they released me
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| For decades now I’ve wondered if I’m crazy for continuing to feed the very
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| insatiable nature that enslaves me
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| What controlled me as a youngster still entraps me when I’m older
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| Sunlight taps me on my shoulder after collapsing in my folder
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| To make my work authentic and not fraudulent
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| So when my fans debate they can present it in their arguments
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| A blessing and a burden
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| The lesson here is urgent
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| This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving
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| My standard was established while the rest were just emerging
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| It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording
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| A blessing and a burden
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| The lesson here is urgent
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| This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving
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| My standard was established while the rest were just emerging
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| It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording
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| Expectation strengthened as my name was lifted
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| The people fanned the flames, and the initial dose of praise became addictive
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| But to think it’s ego-driven is absurdity
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| My purpose is to usurp every previous piece of work that you’ve heard from me
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| So minus all excuses and no matter what I’m going through
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| I wrack my brain to make sure I don’t slack or disappoint you
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| I don’t ever cheat my creative integrity
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| Or let one bad record leave any negative blemishes on my legacy
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| I stretched the boundaries to see how far I could get
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| So now I live with the consequences of the bar that I set
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| And yet it doesn’t matter consistently how you’ve been
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| I could put out nine albums in one day and somebody gon' say now do ten
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| And if I did have any drop-off, it ain’t been much
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| New artists coming everyday, gotta keep up with that influx
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| I strain to write each word for each new ear that hears me suddenly
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| ‘cause I never know which song will be their first when they discover me
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| A blessing and a burden
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| The lesson here is urgent
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| This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving
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| My standard was established while the rest were just emerging
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| It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording
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| A blessing and a burden
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| The lesson here is urgent
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| This gift that I possess made me feel stressed and undeserving
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| My standard was established while the rest were just emerging
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| It’s an endless quest to still inject the message in the wording |