| Verse I
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| Find myself with my mic in a tight spot
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| There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark
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| Sceneries turn mean they try to mimic me
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| Many men is thieves epidemically
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| Calling names out who’s gonna settle it
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| They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship
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| Those thugs at the parties never get chicks
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| Under developed kids dropping out a English
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| Bunch of idiots living insignificant
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| Caught in sin, anything they’d kill a king
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| No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous
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| And I might just
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| Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me
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| If I’m a live, I’m a live for my God
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| And if I’m a die I’m a die for the cause
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| Don’t' matter got peace in my mind
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| Stay dead imma chill imma shine
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| If I’m a live, I’m a live for my God
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| And if I’m a die I’m a die for the cause
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| Don’t' matter got peace in my mind
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| Day after day, let the love shine |