| There once was a man who would cry out his eyes
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| Laughing and singing his sorrow, tomorrow and time after time
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| Somewhere lost in his mind, back at the scene of the crime
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| Walking in search of a friend for the night
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| Between a rock and a quarry, oh sorry but you’re not my type
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| I won’t put up a fight, please lead me back to the light
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| Please lead me back
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| Back to the light
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| Back to the track with a knack for your type
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| Flashback to my black bachelor life
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| That I left in the past with the passion of Christ
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| A massive assassin on past international nights
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| Fuck your feelings, we ain’t talking about fear
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| And no my niggas not talking 'bout beer
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| When they say that they got a taste for a natural light
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| Don’t let your impulse make you a slave
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| Don’t let it take you away, to a place with an ace
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| And a spade, where you ache for the sake
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| Making in a year what they make in a day
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| Locked in a cage with your generational rage
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| Hate generates renegades
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| Showing their ass to the crowd 'cause they can’t take it to the stage
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| Been feeling real good man, when I see myself
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| First time in my life feeling like I can finally be myself
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| Cashews on special, shit I might treat myself
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| I drop science not history bitch, I don’t repeat myself
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| Nigga be mad I said it, y’all niggas not gon' set it
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| Y’all niggas wait for permission to engage
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| Motherfucker I been wedded, in your DNA, I’m embedded
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| Rap game Sallie Mae, y’all indebted
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| Pray to the Lord for a course that’ll feed me, long as it leads me
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| Please lead me back to the light
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| Please lead me back to the light
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| If you are on the receiving end of this message
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| Congratulations, you made it |