| Mass hallucination baby
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| I’ll education baby
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| Want to reconnect with your elations
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| This is your station baby
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| Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawels
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| Of a prisoner on his way
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| Trapped inside your desire
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| To fire bullets that stray
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| Track a tire just tell you I’m tired and ran away
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| I should ask a choir what do you require
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| To sing a song that acquire me to have faith
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| As the record spin I should pray
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| For the record I recognize that I’m easily prey
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| I got ate alive yesterday
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| I got animosity building
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| It’s probably big as a building
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| Me jumping off of the roof
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| Is just me playing it safe
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| But what am I supposed to do When the topic is red or blue
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| And you understand that I ain’t
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| But know I’m accustomed to Just a couple that look for trouble
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| And live in the street with rank
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| No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
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| And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
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| From a function that tooken place
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| They was wondering if I bang
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| Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
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| I don’t mind because one day you respect
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| The good kid, m.A.A.d. |
| city
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| Mass hallucination baby
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| Ill education baby
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| Want to reconnect with your elations
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| This is your station baby
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| All I see is strobe lights
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| Blinding me in my hindsight
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| Finding me by myself
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| Promise me you can help
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| In all honesty I got time to be copescetic
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| And finally made decision to hold me against my will
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| It was like a head on collision that folded me standing still
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| I can never pick out the difference
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| ? |
| or cop on the bill
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| Every time you clock in the morning
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| I feel you just want to kill
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| All my? |
| while ignorning my purpose
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| To perservere as a better person
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| I know you heard this and probably in fear
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| But what am I supposed to do With the blinking of red and blue
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| Flash from the top of your roof
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| And your dog has to say?
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| And you ask «lift up your shirt»
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| Cause you wonder if a tattoo
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| Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
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| Gang files, but that don’t matter because the matter is racial profile
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| I heard them chatter: «He's probably young but I know that he’s down»
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| Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
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| He don’t mind, he know we never respect
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| The good kid, m.A.A.d. |
| city
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| Mass hallucination baby
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| I’ll education baby
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| Want to reconnect with your elations
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| This is your station baby
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| All I see in this room
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| 20 Xanies and shrooms?
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| Grown-up candy for pain
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| Can we live in the same society
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| It’s entirely stressful upon my brain
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| You hired me as a victim
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| I quietly hope for change
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| When violence is the rhythm
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| Inspired me to obtain
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| The silence in this room
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| With 20 Xanies and shrooms?
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| Some grown-up candy I lost it I feel it’s nothing to lose
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| The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
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| Don’t mind, cause now you ever in debt
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| To good kid, m.A.A.d. |
| city
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| Mass hallucination baby
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| I’ll education baby
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| Want to reconnect with your elations
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| This is your station baby |