| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| He was a young kid with a spark in his eye
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| They said he can do anything he just had to apply
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| And he believed the words
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| Until about 15 when he saw what other people were doing for green
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| Quick money
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| And that was all that he knew
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| And to get it there was pretty much nothing he wouldn’t do
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| 'Til he got caught up
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| And they put him away 5 year stretch up in Lompoc for GTA
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| But it was more than enough
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| He started going to work
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| Reading a book a week
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| He even started going to church and he was writing rhymes
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| He had a lyrical gift
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| He didn’t have to think about it
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| He just shot from the hip
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| And they let him out early he was just 26
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| But when he got home you know his mother was sick
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| And in her final hours
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| Where he sat by her bed
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| She looked into his eyes and here’s what she said
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| I said yo I’m talking to you
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| This world ain’t your home
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| You’re just passing through
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| So use your smile
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| And make it your song
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| You sing as much as you can
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| Until it’s time to move on
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| But he was much stronger from his time inside
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| Physically and mentally knew how to survive
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| He had skills that he honed down to a blade
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| The same kind he used to keep them killers at bay
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| He got a regular job and he scrimped and he saved
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| For some studio time to record a mix tape
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| And it came out great
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| It was real
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| It had what they called universal appeal
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| Now all he had to do was get it in the right hands
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| So he worked the boulevard and just pushing his brand
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| This ain’t no fairytale
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| The man was paying his dues
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| But he had everything going for him but a clue
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| About how the industry do
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| So finally he got him a meeting in hollywood with a jew
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| And he was a serious dude
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| He said sit down son
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| Im gonna talk you’re gonna listen
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| I said yo I’m talking to you
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| This world ain’t your home
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| You’re just passing through
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| So use your smile
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| And make it your song
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| You sing as much as you can
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| Until it’s time to move on
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| So low and behold the boy got him a deal
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| A hundred thousand dollar advance
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| New automobile
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| So he stuck to his craft
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| In fact he kept getting better
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| Refused to fall off 'cause he was making some cheddar
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| And this thirst for knowledge
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| Came through in his words
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| He prefered the esoteric
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| Gangster rap was for the nerds
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| And the older he got the hipper he got to the game
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| And slowly the lowly student a master became
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| And though he got dealt a bad hand from the start
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| He kept evolving
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| Never lost sight of his art
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| He knows this world ain’t his home
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| And he’s just passing through
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| But while he’s here he’s gonna do the best he can do
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| And life might be short
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| But it’s always worth living
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| And the only thing better than taking is giving
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| And everyday he gives his son the gist of this vision
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| He says sit down son
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| I’m gonna talk you’re gonna listen
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| I said yo I’m talking to you
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| This world ain’t your home
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| You’re just passing through
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| So use your smile
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| And make it your song
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| You sing as much as you can
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| Until it’s time to move on
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| I said yo I’m talking to you
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| This world ain’t your home
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| You’re just passing through
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| So use your smile
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| And make it your song
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| You sing as much as you can
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| Until it’s time to move on
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile
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| Just smile |