| Where should I begin?
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| Man upon a mission still a martyr for the vision
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| Had to find my voice when the people wouldn’t listen
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| Sacrifice my peace know my level double digits
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| I sacrifice my pride rather die than lose my spirit
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| Had to take a minute let my lyrics match my mind frame
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| Funny how these bars had me trapped inside a mind state
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| If I see the mornin' I’m just happy I’m alive
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| Stomach cut from bottles that I harboured deep inside
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| Still a broken glass, ain’t no trippin' over spilled milk
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| How many times you fake it just to show you the real deal
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| How many you inspire leave you out the conversation
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| How many mini me’s do it take to be the greatest
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| Let them take my flesh if it means I feed the nation, mh
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| Let me kick my feet up and admire my creation, uh
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| School of hard knocks pay my dues and graduate them
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| Come a long way from hopping fences at the station
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| Pull up entrance like my exit, I just came to show face
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| Winter losses made me humble but I’m falling from grace
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| Know I’m talking 'bout the action when you’re running in place
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| We made something out of nothing just a regular day
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| We made something out of nothing no applause for that
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| Mama do that every day and no awards for that
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| I’ve tried, it was hard, so unfortunate
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| Scars heal even when they say they’re permanent
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| I was happy at my lowest 'cause I learn from it
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| I made hits out my sadness had to earn from it
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| I might cop a Maserati just to learn in it
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| I might cop the Maserati just to swerve in it
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| Where do I begin?
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| H-O-X-T-O-N, that’s what I’ve been, uh
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| I had to get it, ain’t no slipping where I live, uh
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| I had to wake them, they were sleeping on a kid, uh
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| Wait
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| Where do I begin?
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| H-O-X-T-O-N, that’s what I’ve been, mh
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| I had to get it, ain’t no slipping where I live, uh
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| I had to wake them, they were sleeping on a kid, uh |