| Yeah, it’s my life
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| It’s my story, I put it to song
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| They want the bright lights, but these are dark shadows
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| (1: Rasheed Chappel)
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| It started in Dane’s basement, spittin' my little rhymes
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| And niggas laughed at me, and niggas clowned on me
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| In due time, they gon' put the crown on me
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| Give you the early years, call it my right to passage
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| It defined my purpose, refined my passion
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| My life’s work, written in every word
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| Every sentence bears resemblance, to every curb
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| That I stood and watched, and engaged in cyphers
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| Then was off to work, my baby needed diapers
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| Was seventeen, carried the world’s weight
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| I got a second coming, another court date
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| And my mother’s sitting, behind a prison wall
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| My pop’s high, and he no help at all
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| I was the breadwinner, I had to make a way
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| And them niggas that laughed, I’ma make them pay
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| And now the world 'gon hear, what I have to say
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| (Rasheed Chappel)
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| I’m still standin' here (Still standin', still standin')
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| By myself
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| (2: Rasheed Chappel)
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| And all I wanted was love and recognition
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| My picture in Record City and niggas saying we did it
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| Nigas saying we made it, my nigga congratulations
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| But fuck it, I never got it, my home never forgotten
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| Live, write and record it, on stage vivid performance
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| Crowds, cheering applauding, on cell phones recording
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| I took the pain and put it inside the music
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| The music was therapeutic, I’m just airing my heart
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| I took the burden, I went the furthest, I bear the scar
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| But scrutinized and crucified to give you art
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| I just think it and ink it and as I jot it down
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| I get to thinking, it sinks in, I made it out
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| Instead of broke, it was moulded, I became a king
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| Instead of folding was chosen, I bear the wings
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| To take flight and spread life, my name rings
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| Was given nothing but I give you my everything
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| (Hook)
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| (Rasheed Chappel)
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| Apollo Brown, Rasheed Chappel
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| Still standin'
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| Forever |