| Sunshine, and the summer air
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| Two I’s, two Y’s, and I’m well aware
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| What it is, what it ain’t
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| Who I am, who I’m not
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| Then I draw a blank
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| All the people I forgot to thank
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| Now is the time that I must give back
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| I hid in the back where the light don’t dance
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| Sun’s heat by the beach when the night hold hands with the sky
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| Love binds from within
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| Light up the sky in light of giving in
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| I’m never givin' up, and trust I run a couple cigs up
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| Adjust, thinkin' what I’m really made of
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| Peace to all the truthsayers and my day ones
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| And my mother, she the body that I pray on
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| We summon spirits over her, it’s not a séance
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| I found gratitude in seein' another day gon
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| I was way off when they on goal
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| I pray
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| I pray Orisha have mercy on my soul
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| The greatest teacher is someone you don’t know
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| Thunder of Shango
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| Lightning of Ọya
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| Iron of Ogum, son of Obatala
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| I’m close with that
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| Some say Elegua, sweet honey of Ochun
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| IN many ways the Yemaya
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| Taken to the with what I gave and what I got left
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| Constant rationalization of a construct
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| I been stuck in my ways for a minute
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| Gotta give love to gain ways to replenish
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| This is Navy’s Reprise, take heed and gain wisdom
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| Listen to learn, learnin' to listen
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| As soon as I emerge from a self-made prison
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| My own ambitions made way for the decision of a lifetime, of a lifetime
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| It ain’t sit right with me that I might die
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| No, I can’t go, I got work to do
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| The never-ending life cycle, how a circle do
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| This is personal
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| This is personal |