| Ain’t nothing new, we all under the sun
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| New son, new daughter
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| Different mom, same father
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| Praying my father get his mind body soul right
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| Tryna reflect light, try to shine for once
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| Let your mans shine, he be working too much
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| It’s a war outside
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| I don’t need to be high
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| My aim gotta be fine, only way to survive
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| Taking time while I’m reaching for the sky
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| Sitting by the fire, knowledge of mine, sweat in my eyes
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| The moon hit my skin, got me shining
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| The queen I admire, she a lion
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| If I say I’m on the way she probably riding
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| Pieces of my heart she can tie in, inside
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| Again and again, wind on my skin
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| I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| Waiting for the dine-in
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| Bag full of love give the itis
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| Skating on the block, keep watch for every cop
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| Shout out my gods alive, can’t close my eyelids
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| Many dying, angels above, below driving
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| Flying, rising, on the way to Zion
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| On the way to Zion
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| Ride with the gang, I be riding |