| Verse 1: Hydroponikz
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| Yeah, they greet me with a «how do you do?»
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| My day job political news, one day I’m jaded
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| One day I’m like the only way I can deal is get faded
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| Why the rich sittin somewhere shaded in this sorted peak
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| This assorted creak from the back to the front of my mind
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| Trust me I’m not only in agony some of the time
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| It’s always my heart on ache
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| Friends out here turn out to be a lesson on dodging snakes
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| It’s bug from the Empire to the guarded state who knew I’d turn to
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| I used to have this rap thing to spit my concerns
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| To the response I get, was to support my fans sponsorships
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| Now it’s fucking up my conscious
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| Now I don’t feel it like I used to
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| Lookin for a new tool of outlet, these news crews ain’t about shit
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| If they pushin agendas over the dead, helplessness in my head
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| This the world that I’m supposed to raise kids in
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| Raise awareness when the first thing they see is your skin
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| Fairness, they wanna feel the texture of your hearings
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| Take your paycheck apparent, how could I afford marriage?
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| All we ever needed was love, fuck a politician
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| And anybody making decisions, if it’s not that
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| If your answer is to buy em back then you already lost
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| What you can’t heal with music instead of comedy dog
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| Asked us to remain silent, alcoholic begone
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| Hardly breath for some suicide is the only release
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| But suicide by police, man that shit is so work
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| Can’t believe our society bred them
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| Cannot create a person new to that fate, go ahead in head first
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| Maybe you’ll fix it, maybe you don’t, maybe you won’t
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| For your next verse maybe you’ll grow
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| Don’t lose sight I love my wife, my mom, my stepdad like he my own DNA
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| And yet I still feel this way
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| Hook: Hydroponikz
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| Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
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| And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got
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| too high
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| Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
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| Man forget it
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| Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
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| But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
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| I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it
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| Verse 2: Hydroponikz
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| I did it before so what’s so hard now it’s gun to these fakers that’s in this
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| odd town
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| None of these bumps is at my job now calm down
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| Ain’t no balls they just try to suppress me
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| Some I’m out here making the rest with my own hands and keys in my right
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| Smokes in my left so of course they don’t stress me
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| A lost little rejectee that was trying to rep
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| Not quite the right skin and hype try to relax
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| It was about that, we was all supposed to come up, uh
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| Regardless, without graph the bars just to bounce back
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| Out the rat race the waited, betrayed God it’s just a mouse trap
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| The true essence is through lessons
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| So what I learned then, that stress is a waste
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| If that’s the case ain’t worth the money, just to get with the fakes
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| And then my flow is probably the best in the place
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| So I put the work in, we already made it for certain
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| How long can I keep cursing till it’s curtains? |
| (curtains)
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| Hook: Hydroponikz
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| Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
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| And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got
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| too high
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| Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
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| Man forget it
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| Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
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| But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
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| I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it (deal with it) |