| I was angry, I was bitter
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| I was filled with pride
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| I was selfish, I was foolish to believe those lies
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| I loved hate, loved me
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| Loved rage, loved greed
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| I didn’t love God, I just loved his things
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| Loved approval, loved sex
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| Loved money, loved fame
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| But I ain’t the same
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| Thank the Lord I changed
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| I’m trying to fight idolatry and lust
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| Being good ain’t enough so in God I trust
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| I got faith
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| Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
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| Look me in my face homeboy, you see grace
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| Still unashamed, just in a new space
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| I’m just a little more humble now
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| In those Cali streets acting foolish
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| Tried to run with those gangsters
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| I’m allergic to those bullets
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| They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
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| In Golden State, I’m a warrior surrounded by those shooters
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| Dad raised in the slums, mama from them jor downs
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| Moved around like the circus, so I was born to clown
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| My childhood goal was to get em' to remember me
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| It took me 19 years to find my identity
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| Went to school on some extra cool, TU, Number 1 HBCU
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| I was glad that the Lord found me, because he was never lost
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| Once blind, but now I see more than I ever saw
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| Check the cross, is he someone you can hang with?
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| Realized that my views were so tainted
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| You might have a picture of truth, but he framed it
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| You can disagree with history, but can’t change it
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| So, now I mix a little Augustin with Dubois
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| A little Selassie I, mix it with Mahalia’s joy
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| A C.S. Lewis mind with some Phyllis Wheatley art
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| A little Sojourner spirit, with a King David heart
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| Clicked up with some brothers, we were ready to reach
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| With a mic and a track, we was ready to preach
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| Nothing too deep, nothing too deep
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| A bunch of Justin Timberlakes, we were all in sync but
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| Years later, I felt I lost my core mission
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| I was just rapping for these rich kids
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| Like the night before Christmas
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| No love lost, I just went independent
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| New vision, took risks, some worked some didn’t
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| Met Swoope, got high, J.R. stay fly
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| Met the dopest female since Lauryn Hill’s rise
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| One album was classic, I wish it would’ve lasted but
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| Then, I met James, new sound, new fashion
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| I never claimed I was the best, the first, or the coolest but
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| One thing you can’t do is doubt my influence
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| I know the Father, but I’m viewed like a bastard
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| I think my friends only share their struggles in the past tense
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| I’ve been stressing, I’ve been fighting off depression
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| Instead of confessing my obsession with being impressive
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| Hearing the chatter, hoping I would be your favorite
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| Even when they hating me, I should be loving my neighbor
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| Sometimes, I just wanna be anonymous
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| The problem is I love my pride too much but
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| Then, I love his bride too much but
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| Then, I think about the lives I’ve touched
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| Back when I wasn’t thirsty for mainstream attention
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| When I was geeked on a retweet or a single mention
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| When I wasn’t too concerned about keeping my platform
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| When it was ten in the crowd, I was happy to rap for em'
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| I wasn’t too busy to pick up the phone
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| Back when I was geeked just to get a beep from Tony Stone
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| Now, they like happy you back, it was backwards for a minute
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| Bring the fire to the homies, and evacuate the tenants
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| Recharge, remodeled, reinvented
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| When they thought I was finished
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| I came back to shock the critics
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| A trendsetter, something like Nikki Tesla
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| I had bright ideas, but Edison may do it better
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| Or steal it or whatever
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| You can call it a shot, I just call it being clever
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| Chimney flow, I wish I would bring the heat
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| Like a double amputee, I will never see the feet
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| I’m rounding third base, I’m giving jokers the gas face
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| Like how he stand cool without a fanbase?
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| Your favorite artist sounds so fake
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| If I wanna hear Drake, I would just listen to Drake
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| Sho, you stupid
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| Why they sound outdated, when they copying the future?
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| Not to sound obnoxious or seem rude but
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| When I’m around these crabs, I see food
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| We sell our souls for the fame and applause
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| Is a rapper just a prostitute with better PR
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| Executives are looking like some pimps
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| I uplift the bars like I’m always in the gym
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| I’m deeply loved, I’m forgiven, I have vision
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| He has changed my condition on the day he was risen
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| The price tag on my body bag was too expensive
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| I was poor in spirit so I broke out of prison
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| Ask those Coptics and Eygptians, persecuted Christians
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| I have tools to fight giants, I don’t need Saul’s equipment
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| I know struggle, I had failed, I ain’t scared to admit it
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| It’s an honor and a privilege to be made in his image
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| I have joy, I have peace in the midst of hate
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| Thank the Lord for his grace, because now I say
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| I got faith
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| Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
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| Look me in my face homeboy, you see grace
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| Still unashamed, just in a new space
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| I’m just a little more humble now
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| I’m just a little humble beast
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| I’m just a little humble beast
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| Jesus and bowties for everybody
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| West Coast Atlanta
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| Alright, that’s it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Road to Humble, 1979 , by - Sho Baraka. Song from the album The Narrative Expanded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп