| What’s the end result
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| If I get it how I live, what happens to my soul?
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| I can’t look back, or I’m a turn to salt
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| Yesterday is in the past, today’s not my fault
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| I’m speaking to myself, thinking positive thoughts
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| Stay focused on the dollar, keep my eye on the law
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| I’m riding til the wheels fall, engine and all
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| Wishing for a better day, I guess my timing is off
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| Looking for a sign, I can tell that I’m lost
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| Please Lord save my soul, like I’m nailed to the cross
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| I can’t take it anymore, as I yell to the boss
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| Motherfuck this 9 to 5, no matter the cost
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| I’m a get it how I live, like I started this verse
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| I know death is for certain, but not trying is worse
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| Rent’s due on the 1st, and I already paid
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| Enough dues for a lifetime, sorry I’m late
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| I’m runnin'
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| I ain’t got faith anymore
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| Don’t have no love any more
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| I have no patience
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| I’m runnin'
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| And I can’t take it no more
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| My faith I’ve known for so long
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| Tired of waitin'
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| I’m runnin'
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| Like a quarterback sneak
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| Unexpectedly I creep
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| Live a life wit no peaks
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| Same life wit no grief
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| Take it all as it comes
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| No joy or pain just numb
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| Where I’m from is way beyond
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| Face calm, As-Salaam
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| We won’t be here for long
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| We Prolong what’s to come
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| Ain’t no god over them hills right
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| Try telling that to them Israelites
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| Or a mother crying on the waiting floor
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| Whats your savior really waiting for?
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| What the hell he made Satan for
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| Pops ashamed I won’t say no more
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| Life is good if you living
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| Everybody save the children
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| Every cop should hate the killings
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| They say God’s good I say really
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| Waking up in a cold sweat
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| Every morning I’m like oh shit
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| Demons steady trying to push a nigga
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| Trying to make me lose my focus
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| I’m runnin'
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| I ain’t got faith anymore
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| Don’t have no love any more
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| I have no patience
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| I’m runnin'
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| And I can’t take it no more
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| My faith I’ve known for so long
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| Tired of waitin'
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| I’m runnin'
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| Jesus ain’t the only way, but for those who think that he’s the one
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| It’s better to have the faith, of a mustard seed than none
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| I thank God everyday, Yahweh woke me up to see the sun
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| Keep Him as yo Co-pilot, don’t let religion steer u wrong
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| Vocals on these ghetto Psalms
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| Hoping heaven hear my songs
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| Dope is meltin' in my palms
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| I done blacked out several times
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| Choking in the devils arms
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| At best it’s Iffy
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| 50/50 yes it’s tricky
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| I’ll confess like reverend run
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| Guess we’ll all find out at once
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| When everything is said and done
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| Until then we just having fun
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| Sure sometimes we succumb
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| Still more signs yet to come
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| We just blind def and dumb we must have sex to cum
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| Going nowhere fast, catch the run
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| I’m runnin'
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| I ain’t got faith anymore
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| Don’t have no love any more
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| I have no patience
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| I’m runnin'
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| And I can’t take it no more
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| My faith ignored for so long
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| Tired of waitin'
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| I’m runnin' |