| It’s a kid on the corner of his block
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| And there’s a genius in his room with a deep thought
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| It’s a grower in the hills with a crop
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| But if they all come together what they got?
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| A little power unified to make a knot
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| Well of course
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| And if a plan to expand is endorsed for some more
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| Lend a hand, pay attention and explore
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| We all in this people we all in this…
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| Well I don’t know where you’ve been
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| But if you got here I’ll let you in
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| Welcome you with open arms, now let’s begin
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| Set the scene, serious as fuck minus the mean
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| Build up your esteem and get to growing
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| I’m showing fools a place where they can come
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| And release the dumb deeds they’ve done
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| Cause ever since I was young I’ve been shown I wasn’t alone
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| I roamed with my unhoned skill
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| And anyone who talked down on me
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| I knew they didn’t know the deal
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| My belief was way larger than life
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| Taking charge with the might in my mind
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| And recognizing that in other mankind
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| I knew I was on the right path, see
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| Combating a fight, wrath raging for way too long
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| And you might say you’re strong, proud, loud and so on
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| Steadily doing damage every time you get your flow on
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| I build in Oakland, Chicago and everywhere else I go
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| There are people who know exactly what I mean
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| More than a scene, great minds think alike
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| So when you find hate it ain’t tight
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| Decipher the paint right
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| Get your sights set on what’s important
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| Stop distorting the big picture
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| When will it hit ya?
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| A rich man in poor man’s body
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| That’s what I was growin' up, hustlin' for the buck
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| Mentally torn between just to be or not to be
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| It gotta be it betta, be betta days ahead of me
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| Cheddar cheese, luxuries, were never gave to me
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| Instead I shift from home to home, feelin' lone was I prone
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| From the destiny in which I lay to wallow
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| To live for today and give a fuck about tomorrow
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| The sorrow and hatred is my only perception
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| Because all my memories are filled with lies and deception
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| The stressin', deprived of a childhood and adolescence
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| Learn my lesson, now it’s all good
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| I never thought I’d see the streets of so many hoods
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| My heart done broke so many times, boy it’s harder than wood
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| It’s been a long road, but you know the game unfolds
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| I listen to the stories told by the cats of old
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| Tryin' to tell me I don’t know about strugglin'
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| Like in the slave days, but ain’t shit changed
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| Instead we ain’t wearin' chains, huh
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| I feel the same pain but it’s escalated
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| Niggas feel free, but still ain’t emancipated
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| So getting' faded is what’s left off the green leaf
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| Hindering the mind, but when I’m high I feel fine
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| Been in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| All the time
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| Tryin' to journey into the light
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| But the dark ain’t far behind
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| I’m at a color disadvantage but I manage
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| To make it work for me by the use of my talents
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| And use common sense to gain dollars and cents
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| And ain’t ashamed of what I do
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| Until the day I repent
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| I stay humble through the many of fumbles I found trouble
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| And trouble it doubles in cities amongst the rubble
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| I learned from my mistakes to miss another
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| Resembling ignorance, isn’t it all in the struggle?
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| Got you wondering, why?
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| You wanna bubble so you hustle
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| Building the muscle that’s not needed
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| So the other one you ignore it
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| And feed it more fantasy and you store it, the bubble
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| (Your circumference of comfort)
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| «Ghetto fabulous» important in society
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| A circle of clubbing and girl fucking amounts to really nothing
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| While we fronting for the public
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| We shove it down the throats of our kids and watch em love it
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| And got the nerve to wonder why shit’s fucked up
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| The government lucked up, by giving fools the right to bear arms
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| Cause we shoot each other down after last call…
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| What the fuck y’all??? |