| I be the new generation of slaves
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| Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
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| From that life I’m tryin' to separate
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| But I guess I’m livin' dreams cause my rent’s always a month late
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| Product of an East German Black
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| Who kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named Grace
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| But he left my life just a little too soon
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| Didn’t see me catch the Doomtree fame
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| As we go a little something like this
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| Look mom, no protection, now I got a baby boy by the name of Jake
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| And I been trying to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
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| When I think I’m getting' better every passin' day
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| I’m not an early bird, plus the feathers' all black
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| So by the time I catch an apple, usually it’s rind
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| But it’s a must to decipher one’s girl
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| From the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the inside
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| I cherish my free time
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| But I maximize, so my soul needs to unwind
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| I wanna see the stars be the moon to my sun
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| (But I’m always on the run, run, run)
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| I’m fake to all these hard-case kids
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| I raise a black fist but won’t say (nigga) in the things I write
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| And I don’t say (faggot) cause I don’t think it’s right
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| I know my boy struggled with that for over half his life
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| I guess we got our own lives to live
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| But I’m stretched too thin, tryin' to build a kingdom to rule
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| And I think to the past sometimes
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| And dag man, it’s bad, see I kinda acted like a fool
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| But I’ve apologized to the lives that I’ve touched wrong
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| Pride to the back, move ahead strong
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| But I can safely say: I’ve never played a woman without karma catchin' up later
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| on
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| I try to walk the right side of the tracks
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| But I’ve hopped a couple trains, mom would cry if she knew the haps
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| But I can stand who I am and face the day straight
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| Knowin' not a thing can change when our beat singin'
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| I know I’m not a bad guy, but when I try to do what’s right
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| Everyone who comes to me don’t understand or see my plight
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| Everything I’ve ever done, and all the plans I’ve had inside
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| I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
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| (Alright)
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| So now I do what I can, I’m
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| (Alright)
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| Stand up like Mama raised me
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| (Alright)
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| I was dealt from the bottom
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| And pulled a flush
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| I’ve been living with my chips all in
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| And I’m still in, see
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| I know I’m not a bad guy, but when I try to do what’s right
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| Everyone who comes to me don’t understand or see my plight
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| Everything I’ve ever done, and all the plans I’ve had inside
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| I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
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| I am P.O.S
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| I be the new generation of slaves
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| Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
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| From that life I’m tryin' to separate
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| But I guess I’m livin' dreams cause my rent’s always a month late
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| And lookin' back it seems I’ve always been a step behind
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| Little off-track and feelin' no one shared the frame of mind
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| Listenin' to records in my room to escape
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| Found some things I could relate with, I wore out the tape
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| We said
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| When I lose, every time I win, cause
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| No one will ever be
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| Messin' up stuff or doin' things wrong
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| Quite like me
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| No one will ever be, like me
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| No one will ever be, like me |