| Love, life, live long this, is the real song
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| Keep your mind fit, this is the legit
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| Deep real life shit, this is the move on
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| With all your shit, this is the real song
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| When I’m out on the block, don’t get mad at me
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| I know there’s love and there’s light, but there’s something different
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| I know a brother gifted used to start with true upliftment
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| But if I don’t get this shipment
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| I’m experimenting with these itchy trigger finger digits
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| I’m getting fidgety 'round these midgets and mini-mes
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| Are they snitches or enemies with these witches and energy
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| In conducive to it I believe
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| Only love could understand why we still let 'em breathe
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| I’m achieving the pedigree
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| I’m a tree that grows evergreen
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| It’s just me and my melodies living free with the felony
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| I am seed from the fellowship, better veterans with them letterman
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| Jackets of racketeering, we practice integrity
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| My decree is forever be what is, born in forever be
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| Though my foremen anatomy, California with family
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| Universal being with enormous capacity
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| Out on a normal tenacity to feed off a master beat
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| Eat like i’m classy when I really came from ashy knees
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| In the game of squeeze with Butch Cassidy
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| Sun dance, film festival freeze frame
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| Style hey kid, walk straight
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| Capture the sky, where disaster may lie
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| With the truth in my eyes who’s these dudes
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| Tryna choose who’s getting by
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| The spruce goose wouldn’t fly
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| They couldn’t cruise if they try, power loose with the drive
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| Wasn’t one to vouch with the deuce deuce on the side
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| He cried, and he never knew I knew to the rider
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| His last laugh, giving up his sect, as he died
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| With respect, everybody with an exit to drive
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| No one left, it was back to the essence, goodbye
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| Are we blessed? |
| Do we not have some success in this life?
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| Or do we not have many lessons, many questions alive
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| Up to you to decide, then you do what is right
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| There’s a greater one within you and the proof is your pride |