| Do I live in a friendly or a hostile universe? |
| Which is it?
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| Is it a universe that is filled with hostility and anger and people wanting to
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| hate each other and people wanting to kill each other, is that what you see?
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| Because when you see the world that way that’s exactly what you will create for
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| yourself in your life
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| Stonehearted digital tiger-stripe
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| My whole squadron invisible sniper-type
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| We living the life just like a movie
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| But our reality bite you in half
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| Like a great white bites though your raft
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| This ain’t no cartoon, you’re shark food
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| Hurry up, swim for the shore
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| Or wrestle with jaws if you think you’re built for this war
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| I was born from a long line of cast iron survivalists
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| Street-wise grind combined with the mind of a scientist
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| And a heart of granite, sharper than diamonds to scar the planet
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| Inscripted within the star patterns how the God planned it
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| We were put here for a good reason
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| From the mountain tops to the highest of cypress hills
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| So the entire world sees it
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| We put our pain into these words
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| Breathe life into these bangers
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| Y’all relate to every verse and feel our anger
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| Feel the love and hate, feel every emotion possible
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| Shock you like a suicidal explosion in a hospital
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| Rock you, shocking every vital nerve and killer instinct
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| Fighting every homicidal urge that’s living within
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| Every individual cell and molecule in your body
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| Every fiber in your trigger finger shooting the shotty
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| That’s the turning point
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| In other words, the point of no return infernally
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| I’ve been told that my soul will burn for eternity
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| Answer to a higher power
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| Truth, as far as I’m concerned?
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| You can’t tell me nothing motherfucker
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| It’s my universe
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| The universe is ruled by the strong
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| The strong prey on the weak
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| The sky’s owned by the dawn ??
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| (This is a lesson, so follow me
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| Let’s travel at magnificent speeds around the universe)
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| In this world there’s only one way out
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| Close your eyes then
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| You’re in the lion’s den in a state of zazen
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| The black hearse is occupied, watch the tires spin
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| An old man with a whiskey-nose and hard chin
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| Looks across the scene
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| It’s a scene he seen before
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| Since a teen he’s seen the war
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| Bullets careening off the walls
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| To the car that’s speeding off
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| Blood on the asphalt
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| Families dress in black for the son they had the mass for
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| The young man inside the casket this time?
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| That’s George
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| 'far as the old man can see, he got what he asked for
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| He knew him as a youngin and he schooled him to the game
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| His tutelage had brung him ‘til he grew to live the same
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| As an older gangster gentleman but barely in his 30s
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| The whole city was burning, but Georgie kept earning
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| He was ambitious, too ambitious
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| Man the kid was so determined
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| Now he’s laying in the casket while the priest offers a sermon
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| He let his future rock inside the cradle of fate
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| Made a deal with the enemy, that was a fatal mistake
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| When you’re a rat you better watch what you say to a snake
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| Or your family will stand around you while you lay at your wake
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| See the neighborhood’s violent
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| Mother is silent with loneliness
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| He fills the priest’s coffers and he offers his condolences
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| Gets inside his Lincoln
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| While you presume the worst…
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| You can’t tell me nothing young man:
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| This is my universe |