| I pass now and maybe have fun later
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| Sacrifice feeling nice the outcome’s layered
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| Surface is so centered 'round greed I need peace
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| And that’s a long road to travel the gravel beneath feet
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| Sands first severe the worst stayed near I persevere
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| Inside I need discipline Lower the tide
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| I’m drowning in sound and sight drunk off light
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| Dim to him and show that we unite vision
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| I’m all seeing who’s livin’for love’s sake
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| Thinking above great limits and tomorrow I’ll win it Today my task finish with my heart in it Starred in it like a blockbuster’s jock
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| Real people respect with equal effects back
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| Plant the seed check that then when you get back
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| Blend, once you’ve learned to be a friend
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| Men recognize how to speak and when
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| So start for yards gained next
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| I pass on what’s stressed in the present
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| 'Cause I’m fresh for the future
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| Gotta separate myself from this world
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| Grasp is pure and love is good
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| Hold my own at least I’m free
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| But sacrifice it sets the fate
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| Beats made by the lips and teeth and streets
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| Freaks high school like non-athletes nor geeks
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| Cleats with the rhymes that dug deep into the beat
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| Made by colleagues over asphalt quite unique
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| In spite of a forthright notion that we were discreet
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| We made our presence known through poetry on the quad
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| Odd as it may seem daydreams start from a nod
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| Sweet like Pralines were reactions on the spot
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| From the parking lot where the narcs would catch you with a joint
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| To the point where you can’t smoke a cigarette without the sweat
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| I bet if I went to class and didn’t have no interest in the ass
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| I’d circulate my energy to the grass
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| Where we gathered in circles representing the revolution
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| Evolution of mind patterns gathering resolution
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| To the daily constitution of psyche to the institution
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| Of High School Hamilton high dues lamped in a ritual
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| Habitual constitution
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| Never bite never steal the light never hog the mike
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| Invisible to the sight never say lyrical and miracle
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| In the same rhyme at the same time (yeah, right)
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| Under the code at the age of fifteen like young men
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| In the service swerving and curving through potholes
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| And gutter snipes and rotweillers and bottom feeders
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| Spring autumn and winter from beginner to intermediate
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| Specialists in the winter never not a sinner but
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| Fond of glimmering truth on the roof with a pair of Binoculars and one hundred and fifty-one proof
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| Boots that stomped through puddles of acid tabs
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| Flaccid laughs at the way I move when I bust my raps
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| At last it’s my time to shine
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| Travel the world and make due what’s mine
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| Never give up from the plastic bump and grind
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| Rhinestone reality in these shiny days of mine
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| It’s just the sacrifices made
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| That got me where I need to be today
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| Put me in a pot stir me up let me marinate
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| In the spice of life then simmer saut?
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| What I say and what I do make sure that smells right
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| And taste the love too when I’m done I’ll be ready
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| To serve to my people the stuff that we can grow from
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| Knowin’what level we live we only equal to the work
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| That we put into our lives that’s what we get out
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| You having these doubts well first things first
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| Up early in the morning feel the burning in your eyes
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| Make sure to keep them open wash them out and realize
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| That your wakin’up alive give thanks for another day
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| Another way to figure out just how you gonna survive
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| Sacrifice is key multiply what it is to be Sprinkle in some discipline I put that on me Keep your soul so focused thing that I bet you could see
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| Have it clearer than a vision quest open your chest
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| Dig in your heart hold your love tight it just might
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| Be a certain premonition that you needed in life
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| Through the performing intuition if you heeded it right
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| When you ride the wave of light certain things fall in place
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| It’s a matter of your space and time and how you use it I put that on mine and meditate to the music (to the music X2)
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| Hold my own |