| Life doesn’t owe you shit
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| Black, white, or Mexican
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| Asian or East Indian
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| Russian or Czech
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| So quit fussin' and get up
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| You’ll fall once, and get up
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| Scabs on scabs make heels out of the softer skin
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| It’s making you marvelous every time you’re fallin'
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| That’s your soul gettin' stronger
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| When you make it through some darkness
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| Like a wandering toddler lost his way
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| Or a cub without a momma trynna hide from the rain
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| We’re all fighting to stay alive with not much to guide us
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| Except a couple rules from the Quran to the Bible
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| We’re blinder than the soldier in a smoldering fog of emotion
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| Or an old woman struck with glaucoma
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| So hold your head up, and don’t you ever let up
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| Keep your chin high above the water
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| Even when the cinder blocks are tied around your body
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| Holding you down, you cannot drown
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| You cannot give up now, I said you’ve gotta get up
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| You’ve gotta erupt
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| You’ve gotta be the one in the arena declaring your freedom
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| Not the critic feeding on the people who fall
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| In the land of the vultures, you can’t be a corpse
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| You’ve gotta be the king of this jungle, not the poacher
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| You can’t be afraid to sing, you’ve gotta pull 'em off your throat
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| You can’t be everything, but you can be what you’re supposed to
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| To take your destiny, you can’t do what you’re told
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| You’ve gotta be, strong
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| Go ahead and walk with a limp
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| Drag your heel like you’re back from the crypt
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| I said you’re, strong
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| Like a villain out to feed on bones
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| You’re a monster, baby
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| Like a ghoul to a house
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| Like a ghost in the movies, arrivin' unannounced
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| Say I’m back, dammit, like some voodoo, hell
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| And I’m coming for your neck, you better hide
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| Who do you believe in?
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| I heard your call, baby girl, I know you’re grieving
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| What’s the reason?
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| Girl, you can’t be no older than 23
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| And you acting like it’s 2012 again
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| The end of the world
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| I might be the only friend of a girl
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| Who ain’t been to Chicago but love to act shy
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| Her booty gettin' bigger, she attracting black guys
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| Try to leave without payin'
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| You gonna leave with black eye
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| From the only man she ever knew, he outside
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| Palms atcha' for the revenue
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| Let me paint a better view
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| Down on them knees again
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| Which way is East again?
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| Allah, or Muhammad, Buddhist or Christian
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| She just gon' pray to whoever will listen
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| When the sun is down, I make that my mission
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| So please, get up off ya' knees
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| You don’t see trees hangin' onto dead leaves
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| Baby, you’ve gotta let 'em go
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| Go ahead and walk with a limp
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| Drag your heel like you’re back from the crypt
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| I said you’re, strong
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| Like a villain out to feed on bones
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| You’re a monster, baby
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| Like a ghoul to a house
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| Like a ghost in the movies, arrivin' unannounced
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| Say I’m back, dammit, like some voodoo, hell
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| And I’m coming for your neck, you better hide
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| Say I’m coming
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| Say the world better hide from me
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| Say I’m coming
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| Say the world better hide from me
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| Say I’m coming
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| Say the world better hide from me
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| Say I’m coming
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| Say the world better hide from me
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| (ZayVsThem) Alright, sing it with me
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| Go ahead and walk with a limp
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| Drag your heel like you’re back from the crypt
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| I said you’re, strong
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| Like a villain out to feed on bones
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| You’re a monster, baby
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| Like a ghoul to a house
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| Like a ghost in the movies, arrivin' unannounced
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| Say I’m back, dammit, like some voodoo, hell
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| And I’m coming for your neck, you better hide |