| I rebelled with that hard New York shit embedded in me
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| I was critical and mad
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| Proverbial old man yelling at the cornballs to get the fuck off my yard
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| But my anger wasn’t bringing me to understanding
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| Determined to speak to all, I road-tripped through different styles,
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| perceptions, and perspectives
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| I realized that what I could learn out there was invaluable
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| That there is truth everywhere
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| That truth in its nature has to be universal
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| But while I won’t exist in a vacuum
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| I realized that I’m here to be an ambassador for the working man
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| And they need me more than ever
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| I always had known where I should be in my heart
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| And I was finally comfortable where I am
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| Or at least I knew that I had to be
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| In order for my soul and my spirits to look up
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| And in turn lift those around me
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| I had to be loyal to the truth, to the mission, to my intent
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| And if that means knocking at the door that they never answer
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| Then fuck it, I’mma bang that shit with the funkiest rhythm my soul can muster
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| Because in the end, it’s only gon' be as righteous, as full, as real as we felt
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| while we was in it
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| It’s only gon' be as good as we intended |