| Walk around the city by my lonesome
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| All that what I see is where the flow from
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| There’s a million faces in the place to be
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| Get it where they fit in trying slip in which space is me
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| Within the sea, am I unique or just another fish
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| To grow feet and walk a beach how most done
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| Evolvin' at a speed is hard to see I’m in the chill lane
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| I be in the lobby in a party where I feel strange
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| Never was the cool dude, never was a suave guy
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| More like the odd guy, one that women are rude to
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| Never wanted to be the type that they were used to
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| Now I’m flying somewhere overlooking a dream
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| And being overlooked did wonders for my esteem
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| Now I get a lot of likes like I’m the one that they grew to
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| Something I couldn’t see when I belonged to the scheme
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| Separated from the cliques and I created a team
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| It was me, Amir Mohamed, Oddisee is the squad
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| Much appreciation to 'em both of them gave me a job
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| Tried to tell 'em I ain’t part of the commerce of art
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| They was «Like yeah you are, you smart»
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| I’m just trying to break out the mould
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| Trying to do the opposite of everything that I’m told
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| Try to put me in a box, already in a globe
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| So I don’t get offended by the thinking of the old
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| Where I’m at is where I go, and a circle ain’t my thang
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| So it seems there were two gangs
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| Not enough, but too much changed
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| Two extremes and we are caught in the middle
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| Forever lost in the process to choose 'tween
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| Somebody ask what do you claim
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| I belong to the world
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| Save a seat for the quiet one
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| I’m working hard to make my ones able, there ain’t a place
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| That I don’t call home, was dropping beats at the lunch table
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| Now you can buy one, gotta keep my funds stable
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| The Western world to me is all wrong
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| And Babylon becoming unstable, don’t wanna die young
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| I’m making moves like the ice caps staying hot
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| With a tight track, never spoiled I don’t want labels
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| If you can find one, take it that they all wrong
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| I’m feeling to unchain you
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| And liberate you from the Wall Streets you occupy
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| There’s a lot of sky and underneath it a lot of pie
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| And you don’t need a bigger plate, just a smaller stomach
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| You fed up on the feeling once, and you convinced you want it
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| Well go and get it, be another statistic
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| Bit off more than you can chew and so you started to vomit
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| I don’t go that route, I don’t hang with them
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| I just go around the globe and not a turn for the stunting
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| And keep it all in house, the world is my backyard
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| Don’t try and break my fence, nah
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| I’m just trying to break out the mould
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| Trying to do the opposite of everything that I’m told
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| Try to put me in a box, already in a globe
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| So I don’t get offended by the thinking of the old
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| Where I’m at is where I go, and a circle ain’t my thang
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| So it seems there were two gangs
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| Not enough, but too much changed
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| Two extremes and we are caught in the middle
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| Forever lost in the process to choose 'tween
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| Somebody ask what do you claim
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| I belong to the world
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| What’s a clique, what’s a crew, what’s a gang
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| To a brother who been doing this thing all along
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| I belong to my name, that’s the only set I claim
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| I ain’t bothered by the politics of fame. |
| I perform, they
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| Put on, that’s the norm, trying to get me on a song like
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| Baller this, shooter that, then they got wrong mic
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| This the wrong platform, they about the wrong life
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| This is for the people I’m just trying to cut a path forward
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| Trying make some music for the future that will last long
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| Though the never ask for it
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| I’ma give it to 'em, I’ma give it to 'em
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| Pioneering tunes and forever I’ma live through 'em
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| Word to Bob Marley he put memories in melodies
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| It’s relevant in the present though he made it in the 70's
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| That right there was telling me the classic where it better be
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| And if it ain’t then it don’t deserve to represent the pedigree
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| Part of the solution, or part of the problem
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| All the moving parts in the process revolving
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| What are you involved in, answered my calling
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| I belong to the world |