Yes, even if my path is unknown
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Maybe in the end I'll just be cast down
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Yes, don't let your pocket tear from pieces of paper
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After all, this muzlo is not a format for sale
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This has always been the same:
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Like manna from heaven, I'm waiting for a fair wind,
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But I will be devoted to say in the bowels of Hollywood:
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"Goddamn, that white man is Russian Kendrick!"
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How do they love
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tax us,
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But I don't care, I don't need a personal MiG
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After all, I'm always in the clouds
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Since childhood, a familiar canon has been laid down:
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Maybe even a flower will grow through the columns
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Even the bed bug is the same as me
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Wants to make a massacre of copies, hoarding (Hey!)
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I was overwhelmed with a mental flood,
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But I'm not ready to put it on stream yet
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And I don’t even know close, how I will live later,
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But this confession will go to my descendants
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I saw hundreds of trails in a year
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Where the soul will drown in the web,
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But my only drug, bro
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You now have sounds in your ears
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How many days were
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How many words were
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How many different themes and lines
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I wrote on the table
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How many new stars
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How many new schools
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After all, they read their every track
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Forgetting about skill and flow,
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But how? |
I am so far from them
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Forever waiting at the door
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I'm all alone here
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But I can't lose myself
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It's high time to guess
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Culture: it's time for decadence - a parade of decadence
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The radio stations play mediocrity
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Hidden behind the scenery
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Yes, I don't care about the mainstream
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After all, I would never work for trends,
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But we'll fly high and burn near the sun,
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And our cry will be remembered as the voice of freedom
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Let these notes become fire
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For those who wander in darkness, who are ignorant and blind
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And with the same melody in your heart
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At the same moment everything will scatter unshakable light,
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But I see a thread (Hey!)
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And I walk along it, as if a hand is leading me home
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She opened the world to me (Hey!)
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And saved from places where fumes and pain reign
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I give you the freedom to choose
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And now you can write the epilogue yourself
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And you don't need to listen to the same type of rappers anymore
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Finally a new king entered Babylon
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So rejoice my brother
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Now everyone will find shelter
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This song is fanfare
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That all portend our inevitable triumph
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How many days were
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How many words were
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How many different themes and lines
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I wrote on the table
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How many new stars
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How many new schools
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After all, they read their every track
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Forgetting about skill and flow,
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But how? |
I am so far from them
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Forever waiting at the door
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I'm all alone here
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But I can't lose myself |