| Yo, I see your mums in those same eyes
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| Behind those tears that blemish your face
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| In the foetal position you stare into space
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| The same space your mum carried you for nine months
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| Birthed from the seed of the planet that was abandoned by a son but
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| I became numb when my grandma got sicker
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| Twisting the cap of some liquor
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| Hoping this trapping got bigger
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| Hoping more fiends put more crack to a clipper
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| Vivid dreams of winning Grammies for my grandma
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| Couldn’t fathom the picture
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| Countless arguments with my fam
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| I question the man in the scripture just as much myself
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| Nights drunk disrupting my health
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| Fuck it I even done it on stealth
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| Yo
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| Yo, I ain’t wrote a rhyme in a minute
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| I ain’t performed to the masses
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| I reside in my limits and preach thoughts on the classics
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| I confide in my spirit to keep the forces in balance
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| We ain’t designed to be killing or to conform to the malice
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| My books the middle passage
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| Written by slaves who were captured by the verse
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| But died in between the chapters
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| My books the middle passage
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| Written by slaves who were captured by the verse
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| Died in between the chapters
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| (Died in between the chapters
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| Yeah, died in between the chapters
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| Yeah, uh
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| Yeah, yeah) |