| Even with a diagram of My DNA
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| I leave scientists baffled
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| 'till the end of the day they try to pick apart
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| My life-style and how I survive making money for the boss
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| while I make nickel and dime,
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| and being on time takin’a punch and doin’My best,
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| not ever hearing good job and
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| staying upset it doesn’t take too much
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| to find the sediments they left behind.
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| Put down the book
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| put up the walls
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| I’m never givin’up at all what’s yours is yours,
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| what’s Mine is yours and I’ll mature.
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| Endure.
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| Not even with ten men holding Me back
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| not even with a devious planned attack
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| contemplating every move that I play
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| willing the bad things all away keeping
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| the worry-free happiness philosophy
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| that’s what I let them see when they try to look at Me.
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| Don’t want out.
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| These issues arise everyday,
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| though you try to turn your head and walk away,
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| though it leaves you feeling insecure
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| you’re gonna feel your life mature.
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| Endure |