| I said «Hey Y’all»
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| They tell em stop acting so hood
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| But all it took was a hood for Trayvon
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| So I find it easier telling my hustler friends to play on
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| I ain’t saying they right but don’t you tell me they wrong
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| I tell em «Stay strong»
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| I tell em «Think bout how you wanna spend your days on this planet,
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| they yours to make dog»
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| I try to show em that great achievement usually takes long
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| So how you expect people to act who feel like their days are numbered
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| My days are long and all my nights are filled with restless slumbers
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| Deathless summers make all my complaints seem trivial though
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| Shit, It’s like the fix is in and the system is broke
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| And I’m just tired of arguing 'bout shit that’s empirical bro
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| Slivers of hope was all I had two livers ago
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| The gift and the curse of a mind that’s too critical so
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| Just be more livid than most, envy the simpler folk
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| Such a long distance to go
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| How can I get 'em to know…
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| Hello-Hello
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Get up-Get up
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| Plant your feet in the ground (in the ground)
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| So they can’t tear you down
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| Am I getting through the static?
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| Hello-Hello
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| Can you hear me speak?
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| Leave a m-message after the beep
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| Take it slow
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| And wait for all your seeds to grow
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| It’s the lonely night veteran
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| I ain’t traveled much
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| But I’ve written several albums 'bout all the places my head has been
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| Hesitance been a steady trend
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| Skeptical of the definite
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| Everything is subject to change and that’s the prerequisite
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| Ironic huh? |
| This ain’t no sonnet bruh
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| They pass the mic and when I palm it they astonished bruh
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| And everyone always puts their hands up at all my shows
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| But if I was the police, half the crowd still getting smoked
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| I been trynna shed the light, bring the water for their souls
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| Waiting on us all to grow
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| I do it for the agriculture
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| Rapper slash botanist
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| Half-Defeated, Half-Optimist
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| Running up in your consciousness
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| Killing every pop columnist
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| It’s Craft, homie, I’m in the past, homie
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| Fuck your stupid ass opinions, do the math, homie
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| I’m out here trynna build something that’ll last, homie
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| For now, the envy way greener than the grass, homie
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| Hello-Hello
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Get up-Get up
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| Plant your feet in the ground (in the ground)
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| So they can’t tear you down
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| Am I getting through the static?
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| Hello-Hello
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| Can you hear me speak?
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| Leave a m-message after the beep
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| Take it slow
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| And wait for all your seeds to grow |