| I used to say C’est la vie, que sera sera
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| And wish that I could be this super duper rap star
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| Drive around the planet from New York to London
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| Take it for granted that it could never get redundant
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| Now where the fun went?
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| That dumb ish is played out
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| To hell with stunts and blunts and tryin’to stay out
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| I fade out from that lifestyle to retirement
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| Cause we all called to a higher environment
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| Then the club scene
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| Drinkin’down gin and juice
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| With a fogged mind, you don’t wonder what your son produce
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| Nine months later with a shorty though
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| And you still tryin’to cling to your 40, no
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| I want true mission and submission
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| And never say a word without the most high permission
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| Now listen
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| Ain’t nothin’deep for us to understand
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| Put the nonsense down and be a man
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| Redemption
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| Peep science and reflect
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| And seek the divine, refine and perfect
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| Time we receive we really don’t earn
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| So each day I promise to Allah to stand firm
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| What will the day bring?
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| I don’t know, can’t front
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| But if I listen close God will tell me what He want
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| Now some say the message in their ear ain’t clear
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| Maybe what He’s tellin’you, you ain’t tryin’to hear
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| I see the straight path before me, but walkin’it is difficult
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| The nature of life is just just and reciprocal
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| You reap what you sew my brother
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| «But the times are tough»
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| «Yo, I know my brother»
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| To guard against sin, you see I gotta close ranks
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| And still coexist with all who give thanks
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| Become an old man and find a straight path
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| We argue over names, some debate and math
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| But you see God is one
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| One Earth and one seed
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| One word
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| So brother you must read
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| The information that you need has been written
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| Any knowledge I speak, is definitely bitten
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| So I’m a proud biter and reciter of news
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| A writer who will try to reach higher haiku’s
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| Just a plain one, tryin’to shed a little light
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| As long as we’re alive we can make wrong’s right |