| What I say, What I see
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| Try to explain how it is being me
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| Get the picture, obviously
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| Take it in, I’m here to be
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| Consciously contracted me
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| Working at it tirelessly
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| Gave it all consistently
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| Just so I could let you in
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| On what I have been dealing with
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| Missing closure, needing it
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| Don’t wanna make this bloated
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| Load it up go sad and deep and pit
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| No reason I got’s adequate
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| For me to pack it up, and quit
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| Switch it out with the things I miss
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| One more track with a deadly kiss
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| To the things I love and the things I know
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| The things I discover along the road
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| What I have, What I do
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| With the things I got the things are huge
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| It’s a simple plot, but it says a lot
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| Bout the things you are and the things you’re not
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| What you were, is a simple fact
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| And the facts are true, but it doesn’t do
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| The things I do, less impactful, does it do
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| Something inside of your chest I feel it moving
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| Guess it’s just what I had to do in order just to
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| Get to the point I’m standing at would you look at that
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| I learned from life it taught me rap
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| Made me care, but right now this is all I hear
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| What I say, What I speak
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| Talk with a flow that’s quite unique
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| What I feel and what I keep
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| Locked up in my chest has some appeal
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| Let me tell you what’s the deal
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| My final quest, bout to let you in
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| Paint the picture, vividly
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| You can tell by the way I speak
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| Got a simple talk, but it goes in tact
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| With long as hike, to conquer hype
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| Sing for the moment time is ripe
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| Give my head the go ahead
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| Step it up, and pick the lock
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| Write it down and lock it out
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| Speak like we can laugh about it
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| Write it like it was a skit
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| Take a shot as shouts goes out
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| Open up what you talkin' bout
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| Didn’t get to tell you, how I changed
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| Ask me about my previous ways
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| I Wave it out with a pinch of rage
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| Spice it up with a lethal page
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| Cus time stood still as I engaged
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| In the blackout nights and the blindside rage
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| Was a classic teen with a wild outrage
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| Flip the topic, flip the page
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| That was me at a younger age
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| I took the step and prepped for stage
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| You can tell by the way I speak
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| Cus I blind the truth with a twisted tweak
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| I aim for the stars and I jump when I leap
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| I give you what I got, but what do I keep |