| Came back in the game lookin' like Sid Vicious
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| Five hours at the dentist makes a big difference
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| Changed my attitude now I don’t see no pigs trippin'
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| Sittin' home, writing rhymes now the kids rippin'
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| I was Takin' Oxys and Percocets
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| It’s like my mind was always floatin' in a circus tent
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| Four years later. |
| Now I’m flat broke
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| Went from being a hero of a country
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| To an Asshole
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| Five classic albums. |
| Two bad mistakes
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| One of them when I was doing drugs
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| And had lowsy taste
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| I was hanging with the wrong folks
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| Trying to be something I was not, that
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| Was not dope
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| My mind was in a daze
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| Like Trying to wear a blindfold walking through a maze
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| Weeks turned to months. |
| Months turned to years
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| Now I created what I’m living in my biggest fear
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| I didn’t realize how hard it would be to come back
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| I was so vain that I thought it would be easy to come back
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| And just like, have a second career
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| I’ve been workin at this shit for three years now
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| But I didn’t know when I quit doing drugs, that it would
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| Effect so many people in a positive way
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| I came back to my city where I was a king once and then
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| All of the sudden I was a clown, but I kept workin'
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| I got my weight up and then people coming to me
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| For help
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| Kids asking for my help like it’s a magic trick
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| Like I could make them famous if I wave my
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| Fucking magic stick
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| The optimistic had to wave the devil’s advocate
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| Tell em keep on working, need to spit like
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| Fucking savages
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| I can see it in their eyes they think they know it all
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| And I ain’t got the time to give advice if they just blow it off
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| Get the fuck out of my way I’m trying to rebuild
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| Trying to get back up on top the mountain, it’s a steep hill
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| Cause I got people doing good and they are watching me
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| Their smiling workin' hard, and attitude like no one’s stopping me
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| And I am happy for my friends I’m not a jealous cat
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| And they know that I’ve been to fucking hell and back
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| I’m spitting fire you can tell em that
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| Acapella rap. |
| Holding bars like I’m a felon trapped
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| I am not looking for sympathy
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| I’m recharged ready to charge like in an Infantry! |