| Yo we was talking earlier and I was telling you talking bout life
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| I feel like life is like braided hair
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| Its sorta like twist you know
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| Bout braided hair like twist
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| You know three strands twist together
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| Ultimately you get to where you wanna get to
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| From the same dirt from the heels of my ancestors
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| The naked roads and the fields where the pain festered
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| And I wonder where the hold came from
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| In the deeps of my heart make me yearn for the drum
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| It’s the same place where the cross is burned
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| The same place where the loss was earned
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| It’s the place where the floss was yearned
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| Gold teeth and bling ice on the ring baby sure
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| We’ve all got things that hang at the back
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| Things that make us cool,
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| Things that make us whack,
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| Things that make us mad
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| Things we wish we never had done
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| But they’re just the things that make us real
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| Not the maps to guide where we go from here
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| The road twists and braids our hair
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| Until we all get there
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| I like that I don’t know some mysteries
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| Ancient things and beginnings
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| Excited about the day when I don’t have to hear all the theories
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| My scalp needs some grease
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| It’s the same place where the crosses burned
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| The same place where the loss was earned
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| The only way we all can learn
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| Is if we have these braids with the twist and turns so
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| Walking in the race of life
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| Looking for my own pace
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| Not always wanting to but I have to
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| Sometimes feeling like I’ve bitten off much more than I could chew
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| But the wind goes though my hair
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| Lifts me up with ease not a crease
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| Hair full of grease no weave embracing me
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| It’s you I see
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| I am you and you are me I see yeah
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| I am you and you are me I see
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| We might survive as brothers ye |