| Daylight Sun born on a Sunday
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| Pray right and soar to the Sun Rays
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| See how, No me, Just We Now
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| For You, All the Dues that I can Pay
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| The Whole World Wants to bathe in the Champagne
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| Be Wild, so cheap when Free Now
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| Can’t Lead but blame all the campaigns, what a damn shame
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| Whole game really man made, But our mothers made us
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| I will motivate us
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| If a brother says you will never live another day
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| Be a man with a brave soul, Get a Hold of your own Space No One will Save You
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| You’re my Favorite, Be Modest, We are No Saviors
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| But You shine in a space that might awaken many in a blinder day
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| I pray you can find a way to say
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| Nighttime son born on a Sunday
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| I write rhymes so I stay in my right mind
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| Two aunts that will say you are nights eye
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| And the right mom
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| As a kind, we are quite blind
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| What a sight, you are right I’m
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| On another plane going to its' heights climb
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| And when I hit the stage, lay in the light lime
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| I’m a young man, grown, when I fight Time
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| Old Wisdom. |
| Young Fathers don’t listen at all
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| Picture me as your Soldier, Your Martyr
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| Your soul is my honor
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| You go boy! |
| Hear that, you Go Boy!
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| In a Don’t be You ploy
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| Pray that it won’t be cruel, boy, don’t do it if it doesn’t feel true
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| Be You Boy |