| Now in the shadows I’ve learnt
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| Observe patterns like the plaid on my shirt
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| Cast doubt on the wall of that cavern
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| Shed light with the lantern bug scatter that earth
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| Fake smiles let me shatter that smirk
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| Rearrange your grey matter see your path in reverse
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| Saw the chapters read 'em backwards re-imagined the words
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| Climbed the ladder, top to bottom and I landed on first
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| Slow, steady and calculate
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| Calibrate the vision, take notes and extrapolate
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| Fine tune and listen, make goals and encapsulate
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| Take what’s theirs, make it yours, watch 'em salivate
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| I have the luxury of hindsight
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| Luckily I don’t believe I don’t fucking need that limelight
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| Pay attention and rewind twice
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| That actor in the spotlight dies, I got my mind right
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| Punks pay dues, not me I pay attention
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| Yeah listen
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| I’m trying to be the best possible version of me
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| What you trying to be the best at?
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| Take a good look at what you see
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| I’m a full time hustler always on something
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| Trying to make noise like a old muffler
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| Yeah, see many fall flat
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| Dream over now a nightmare
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| So close to what they wanted, it was right there
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| In front 'em
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| And then hard work confronted 'em
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| And knocked it back before they even wanted it
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| Yeah, some of us are pawns in it for too long
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| And learn from our mistakes
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| And actually embrace what it takes to make it in this race
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| We start out as babies, naked in space
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| And soon learn to be afraid of everything in our way
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| So it’s a long shot to do this
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| And not just being a nine digits number with a number of excuses
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| Proof is in the action
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| It’s not magic
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| Stop acting your future’s written and hidden in a cookie by Confucius |