| I got a purpose and a plan, and it’s workin'
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| Feeling like I’m running on a circuit, but it’s worth it
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| Paint a picture perfect, with the blood that I’m exertin'
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| It ain’t hurting, so the further I’mma push it into service
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| Polish up the surface cause I see that order matters
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| And the shallows is be deep enough for peaking up and flourish
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| Hiding in the bushes with a motive and a mission
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| I’m jumping out over bridges, no parachute or a cushion
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| You know they only listen when the war’s at a distance
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| With the misses get nearer, nothing started us, but is it?
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| Repentin in a minute so the ending is where its
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| Nah I would rather do this, give all me 'til it’s finished
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| I hope they gon' say Fortwell
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| Yeah Fortwell
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| Brought wells to the desolate for quenchin'
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| I know that my intentions go unnoticed
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| And part of me wants attention
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| The art of me, you get what I didn’t
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| See I fought good
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| I will fight the good fight, I will, go where there’s no path — and leave
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| behind a trail
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| I’mma make a difference, I’m trying to make the thang that makes the difference
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| Wait — let me explain
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| You see it’s bigger than the individual
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| My armor stay invisible
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| My efforts you can cite them in the pain
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| (What's realer than that?)
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| Got me feeling like the sentiment is of my own
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| Keep calm carried on like a gentlemen
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| But I’m in the arena, with hyenas
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| And the only way to beat them, that I see is with intelligence
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| (What's realer than that?)
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| Being black with a brain
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| They rather see me asking for the ball than for a raise
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| Yeah I could dumb it down and get a buck
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| Or smarten up and get the grave
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| I’m just tryna make a living in the grade
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| Try to fit me in the space
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| I’ll make you comfortable
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| But I was sent to trouble you
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| But when my calling finish, take the survey
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| The pen is mightier than swords
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| Only weapon that I got
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| You’re naive to think it’s wordplay
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| What’s realer than that? |