| In this game I don’t claim to be a veteran
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| I’m just spittin' lyrical Excedrin for brethren
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| Medicine to keep your head from spinning when
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| Rappers mumble jargon, I fumble rhymes and start an arson
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| Burning gassed up heads and sparking light to brighten dark ends
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| Of the mind, now let it shine
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| So we can all be the kerosene
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| Fearing no team man or human being are you believing?
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| If I speak truth will I lose market share?
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| Cause it’s something the public won’t digest in its ears?
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| Well I don’t care. |
| I’m rolling on spares
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| On the road surpassing obstacles that’s there
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| And I swear I’ll hold down the fort like mayor
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| As a temporary duty since my home ain’t here
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| I said I swear I hold down the fort like mayor
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| As a love for the people since my home ain’t here
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| And it’s time…
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| I feel like an alien outcast in a world so vast
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| Searching miles for my niche but lost in the mist
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| So what’s the answer to this…
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| Cause one always exists, with every question that hits
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| And yeah, some hit like Tyson, hard to the jaw
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| Impairing your ability to answer at all
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| Leaving the question in awe cause we ain’t trying to fight back
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| But if we’re born with teeth we’re born to bite back
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| So I ask, how long does life lasts
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| Regardless of color or age can it go in a flash
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| Well in fact, it really only lasts a minute versus the infinite
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| A concept too intricate for the intellect
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| So some get intimate with earths filthiness
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| Where melodies are dark and human’s are used as instruments
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| Where drugs and booze are often abused
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| Best friends stab backs then wrap their arms around you
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| Where its true lives are driven by power and fame
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| Driven by sex, success, approval, and pain
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| And for what? |
| Nothing’s left when we’re driven to graves
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| Just memories of the past, or a loved ones pain
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| And its real what’s seen today fades away
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| But the unseen’s eternal so I cherish its stay
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| The un-American way but I must maintain
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| Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what’s been gained?
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| So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes
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| My mind breathes when the ink flows into nighttime
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| I plant seeds, and watch ‘em grow into trees
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| Produce fruit from leaves and feed the people in need
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| And that’s the truth if that fruit is wealthy
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| Who cares if music’s moving if the products unhealthy
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| I’m looking at the crowd for that one who felt me
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| Helping' me raise the bet on these cards God dealt me
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| But still some doubt it’s worth pursuing
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| We’ve all been given gifts so now how we going to use ‘em
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| I’m on the outside looking in at the confusion
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| I been there before swinging fists at those illusions
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| Now I fight the hands of time, with my might
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| So my life can be seen as worthy in hindsight
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| I clutch my mic tight and ponder the way
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| Reflecting back sometimes on this temporary stay
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| But I won’t get attached cause I know where home is
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| And reach out to souls that are currently homeless
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| Cause some claim the earth and clown around ‘till it hurts us
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| In this circus a juggling act that makes me nervous
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| Maybe its entertaining when you look at its surface
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| But step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it
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| Just step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it
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| Just step outside the ring on this temporary stay. |