| I ride slowly
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| My eyes rise
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| The potency of lastnight’s blunt still holding me
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| Get off my bed, and straddle my head
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| For another day in the life
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| But today is far fetched
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| I catch the whole sketch
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| Out of sight like a brother
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| In debt from lost bets
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| The untouched one touch this sun’s tongue to run
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| Im awake
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| The temptation of my mind overrun far
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| Motivation during the time of the sun or
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| Doing breakdowns and calisthenics
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| Though we balancing athletics
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| Then im back studying ethics
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| To expose synthetics, flows pathetic!
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| Forget it!
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| You now laced with math
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| And base from ghetto concept
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| And I’m set to launch it
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| Clear the area
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| I break down the barriers
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| There’s no pity in the mega city
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| Yo I carry a
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| Full blown conscious
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| Delete none-sense
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| Meditational hours
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| Evaluate my song with common census
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| To fully understand who sent this
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| See I meant this
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| Its not a legacy and mess
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| For those that rose and chose that b-boy could sense this
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| My pairs one
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| My gears on
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| I’m gone
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| Never easy it seems for me
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| Achieving my dreams
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| So I conceive things
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| To ease fiends
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| And brothers that believe in my team
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| See I’m attriving my means
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| To keep my brain sane
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| Yo I ain’t playing, I’m saying
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| Some of us in it for fame
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| Wanting the dollars to rain
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| Upon giving
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| True and living
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| Emcee
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| My decision making cision with precision so we
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| Be in the lab
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| Study the gift of gab
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| My facts so hard, rhyme books get stabbed
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| I face judgments
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| In abundance
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| In a professional world its no oneness
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| I bit forbidden fruit, hidden truth
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| Off with the real scoop
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| Many blind to
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| Truths I confine too
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| And sine the 9−2
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| I wanted to professionally climb through
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| I never had to mine who
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| Was on top, I’m blessed
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| Hip-hop and stress the
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| Ill tai
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| On the D-V-P-K-Y at high speeds
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| Back to my yard essence
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| With hard lessons
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| I seen Ra black on high grade weed
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| And got with my own blessing for home sessions
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| My queen seen hardships too
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| I start too
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| Visioning a break up
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| Wake up even hard too
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| Move on to
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| Extinguished, move on scale
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| At the rare distinguish
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| Externalize rhymes
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| To fertilize minds
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| Once I heard of a wise mind that converted to crime
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| Got locked up rocked up
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| Days can’t shine
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| Profession confined
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| Left deaf dumb and blind
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| Things like this remind me
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| To mortar in the world moves blindly
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| Peep inside me
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| Every second im shorter into I-M-E
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| Recollecting over the crime of a L-I-F-E
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| That my dime blessed me
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| controlling me
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| My eyes close slowly |