| Embrace the chaos
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| C’mon and embrace the chaos
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| We like to, embrace the chaos, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Am I a patriot of the chaos?
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| Everyday I watch young studs play blocks
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| In front of buildings, dealing what they gotta
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| Currency and game exchange (What else?)
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| Souls bought and talked with the Father of Time
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| Ask if I’m embracing it
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| I either wasting it
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| My mind feel like I’m chasing it
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| Everyday it gets harder to author a plan
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| Consult with the gods cuz I know they smarter than man
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| It’s hypnotic how the chaotic harbor the land
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| Through raw metals, slick women, cars and sedans
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| Guess we all part of the dance in one way or another
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| The way a man beat his woman, feeling that he love her
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| They way five children get killed by their mother
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| Parts of the universe still to discover
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| The real uncover fake
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| Whether love or hate
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| For revolution, chaos we embrace
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| It’s like I wrote for freedom
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| My god sticks in
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| «You gon' have to tote for freedom»
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| I awoke in the p. |
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| To let my folks know it’s gonna
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| Be a brighter, there’s light that shines on the corner
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| In the dawn of the chaos, I try not to be
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| A pawn or a player
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| So nights I stay up
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| Write words, for me it’s like a prayer
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| Knowing it’ll be, I put it in the air
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| And stare at the emotions of those in the commotion
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| Hoping its the chaos that we grow from
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| Opened a cold one, build with warriors that hold gun
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| For the same prize, our souls run
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| From they window, they see no sun
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| I say «Revolution, when he gon' come?»
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| Yes he came, in way that may seem strange
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| Only through chaos will we ever see strange |