| Let’s take them back
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| So we can move forward
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| They’ll never let you pass
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| Create your circumstances
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| I remember when I was like 12 years old I used to sing
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| I would probably would have uh, I probably would’ve been like
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| Shit, I’d have been like
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| It’s like the Spider-Man meme, it’s just I vs me
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| Overstressing contemplating shit that I shouldn’t think
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| Like the wildest of things, suicidal it seems
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| If your streaming this on Tidal turn the volume up please
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| So my mind can release, the beat devours the beast
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| Like searching warrior so how is he weak
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| It’s like a jaw vs dream, or a thot vs a queen
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| , broke with high self esteem
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| Shit was better before, when I was ghetto and poor
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| With black pinup girls all over the wall
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| Crack smoke in the hall, my friends was twisted and lost
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| The back was, we learned to piss on the floor
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| Bunch of local dusty dingy niggas firing things
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| That’s the type of local shit that my environment breeds
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| Made a lion in me, but they was lyin' to me
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| I thought I sought what I saw, but then I couldn’t see
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| Others visions was green, but me I was a geek
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| I was caught up in Jam of the Week
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| Pen in a rhyme book and dirty Fubu jeans
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| My Tommy shirts they had a triangle
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| I think I heard this song being played once (Don't box me in x3)
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| Hold hands singing at a seance (Don't box me in x3)
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| And for the bitch I had in third grade (Don't box, don’t, don’t,
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| don’t box me in)
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| I dedicate this shit to Rusty James (Don't box, don’t, don’t box me in)
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| It’s like a Spider-Man meme, my only rival is me
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| Undertaker vs Taker it’s Summer Slam '93
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| But that was just Brian Lee, so that was different from me
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| Spider-Man was for Queens, but never went to QB
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| So Brooklyn just was too far, my project window bars
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| I used to stare at the stars, and pray my uncle would call
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| Hearing screams from my moms, her body bounced off the walls
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| She used to put this nigga out and he would sleep in our hall
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| I was scared to go to school because I thought she’d be gone
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| Then I was scared to come home that’s the ironic part
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| I feel like I should have fought, but really I was too small
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| He killed his next girlfriend and got life behind bars
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| Apologize to my moms for putting that in a song
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| But it was rotting my heart, I held it in for so long
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| I know trying to raise a man on your own was so hard
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| Blue bandannas in my room I just was trying to be hard
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| Square peg, round hole, I never fit in at all
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| Hotter dollars in my socks when I went to the store
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| Till I got cool with the
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| Because round here you either feed off the weak or you gone
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| Bunch of local dusty dingy niggas firing things
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| That’s the type of local shit that my environment breeds
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| Made a lion in me, but they was lyin' to me
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| I thought I sought what I saw, but then I couldn’t see
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| Others visions was green, but me I was a geek
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| I was beating my meat to Big Lez on TV
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| I wrote this song for the next nigga just like me
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| Because now my Tommy got the triangle
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| Just remember that
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| Myths are public dreams
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| And dreams are private myths
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| Get that one?
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| And I don’t know a lot
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| But I do know when you allow someone to judge you and tell you who you are,
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| your blocking your own divine power
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| Never do that no matter what
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| Don’t lose your super powers
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| Don’t let anybody box you in |