| How much a dollar really cost?
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| The question is detrimental, paralyzin' my thoughts
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| Parasites in my stomach keep me with a gut feeling, y’all
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| Gotta see how I’m chillin' once I park this luxury car
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| Hopping out feeling big as Mutombo
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| 20 on pump 6, dirty Marcellus called me Dumbo
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| 20 years ago, can’t forget
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| Now I can lend all my ear or two how to stack these residuals
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| Tenfold, the liberal concept of what men’ll do
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| 20 on 6, he didn’t hear me
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| Indigenous African only spoke Zulu
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| My American tongue was slurry
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| Walked out the gas station
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| A homeless man with a semi-tan complexion
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| Asked me for 10 Rand, stressin' about dry land
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| Deep water, powder blue skies that crack open
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| A piece of crack that he wanted, I knew he was smokin'
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| He begged and pleaded
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| Asked me to feed him twice, I didn’t believe it
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| Told him, «Beat it»
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| Contributin' money just for his pipe, I couldn’t see it
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| He said, «My son, temptation is one thing that I’ve defeated
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| Listen to me, I want a single bill from you
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| Nothin' less, nothin' more»
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| I told him I ain’t have it and closed my door
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| Tell me how much a dollar cost
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| It’s more to feed your mind
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| Water, sun and love, the one you love
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| All you need, the air you breathe
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| He’s starin' at me in disbelief
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| My temper is buildin', he’s starin' at me, I grab my key
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| He’s starin' at me, I started the car, then I tried to leave
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| And somethin' told me to keep it in park until I could see
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| The reason why he was mad at a stranger
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| Like I was supposed to save him
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| Like I’m the reason he’s homeless and askin' me for a favor
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| He’s starin' at me, his eyes followed me with no laser
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| He’s starin' at me, I notice that his stare is contagious
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| Cause now I’m starin' back at him, feelin' some type of disrespect
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| If I could throw a bat at him, it’d be aimin' at his neck
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| I never understood someone beggin' for goods
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| Askin' for handouts, takin' it if they could
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| And this particular person just had it down pat
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| Starin' at me for the longest until he finally asked
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| Have you ever opened up Exodus 14?
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| A humble man is all that we ever need
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| Tell me how much a dollar cost
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| Guilt trippin' and feelin' resentment
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| I never met a transient that demanded attention
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| They got me frustrated, indecisive and power trippin'
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| Sour emotions got me lookin' at the universe different
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| I should distance myself, I should keep it relentless
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| My selfishness is what got me here, who the fuck I’m kiddin'?
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| So I’mma tell you like I told the last bum
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| Crumbs and pennies, I need all of mines
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| And I recognize this type of panhandlin' all the time
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| I got better judgement, I know when nigga’s hustlin', keep in mind
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| When I was strugglin', I did compromise, now I comprehend
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| I smell grandpa’s old medicine, reekin' from your skin
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| Moonshine and gin, nigga you’re babblin', your words ain’t flatterin'
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| I’m imaginin' Denzel but lookin' at O’Neal
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| Kazaam is sad thrills, your gimmick is mediocre
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| The jig is up, I seen you from a mile away losin' focus
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| And I’m insensitive, and I lack empathy
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| He looked at me and said, «Your potential is bittersweet»
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| I looked at him and said, «Every nickel is mines to keep»
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| He looked at me and said, «Know the truth, it’ll set you free
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| You’re lookin' at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power
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| The choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit
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| The nerve of Nazareth, and I’ll tell you just how much a dollar cost
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| The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss, I am God»
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| I wash my hands, I said my grace
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| What more do you want from me?
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| Tears of a clown, guess I’m not all what is meant to be
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| Shades of grey will never change if I condone
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| Turn this page, help me change, so right my wrongs |