| And I still remember everything he taught me
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| (Who?)
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| My Pops, but now he’s dead and now its too late to warn me
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| So until the day when Allah calls me
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| I don’t need no love, don’t need no hugs, don’t need nobody to support me
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| Ready for anything that comes before me
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| This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week
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| Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn’t afford sleep
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| Like a soldier born in a war, but that’s another story
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| I thought that I’d moved on, didn’t kill me, I grew strong
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| But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?
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| Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong
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| So how the Hell I end up with this f*cked up sh*t that I’m on?
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| No excuses for my movements, I do me till I’m proved wrong
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| Spilling my heart over looped songs
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| This is my reality, this is what’s left when the tunes gone
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| Maybe its too late, maybe I’m too gone
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| My Pops dead now it’s too late to warn me
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| My Pops dead now it’s too late to warn me
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| It’s too late, it’s too late, too late to warn me |
| Too late to warn me, too late to warn me
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| And I still remember everything he taught me
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| (Who?)
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| My Pops, but now he’s dead and now its too late to warn me
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| So until the day when Allah calls me
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| I don’t need no love, don’t need no hugs, don’t need nobody to support me
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| I remember thinking I wish it was different
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| But it is what it is and I’m not the type for sitting and bitching
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| I’ve studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom
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| One thing that I’ve learnt is that life is a contradiction
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| Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real F*ck this
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| Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference
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| Thinking how can I overcome this?
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| Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb sh*t
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| And that’s not how I was raised, I’m ashamed of that kind of rage
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| Now I’m trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change
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| I swear on my Father’s grave that I WILL find a way
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| Living in the darkness, it’s hard to distinguish the night from day
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| My Pops is dead now, nothings going to change that |
| I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped
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| Spreading negative energy’s never the best of me
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| But I’m feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy
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| I ain’t stupid, I know the outcome of the story:
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| I’ll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that’s gory
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| Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me
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| Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me
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| F*ck it that’s how my destiny was meant to be
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| Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me
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| The first step to my remedy?
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| I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep
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| I won’t rest in peace till I Rest In Peace
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| It’s kind of ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge
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| But it’s likely I won’t feel right without a knife in my pocket
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| It’s wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet
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| I find solace when I study His Knowledge
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| And it maybe just be my saving grace
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| I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways
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| Realized my brain is a maze |
| So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache |