| I’ve seen many things over the years even shared many
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| Dreams with fam, friends and peers and it seems that
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| Life is hardly ever fair making clean living
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| Nearly impossible and rare. |
| When I was younger
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| And that hunger for more came to the door
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| Knocks sounding like shots wasn’t sure what it fucked with me for
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| Now I know it was the push I needed
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| I wish everybody from my hood received it
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| I gotta be their light that shines minus the strife and crime
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| And keep our struggle in mind when I write these rhymes
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| ‘Cause them dudes in my hood didn’t back me for nothing
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| For me to move to Brooklyn just to catch me there fronting
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| I’m gonna represent until they bury me in Harmony
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| Cemetery where I will lay to rest with my pop and niece
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| Properly! |
| So when I’m gone a good quote
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| To describe what I represented is hood hope
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| I give hope to
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| Folks just like you
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| And yours so watch me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| I give hope to
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| Folks just like you
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| And yours so watch me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| Pardon the way I come at y’all but my boy once said
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| That if it wasn’t for the devil wouldn’t have no fun at all
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| I knew I had to stall so I could see what I was facing
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| And now this older man can overstand his situation
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| Forced to work with nothing so I’m naturally creative
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| And joe I’m not surprised when they’re mad to see I’ve made it
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| But what do you expect I was forced to adapt
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| And not every single one of us is caught in the trap
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| Like me… I chose to keep my hustle unique
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| Getting money for my art wasn’t nothing to me
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| In case you’re wondering what’s that have to do with this song
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| Basically I made a living out of proving them wrong
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| They said I wouldn’t be shit now they’re hearing me spit
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| Pops said I couldn’t draw but he wasn’t right at all was he?
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| Look what I’ve done with the little I’ve worked with
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| Far from perfect but the struggle was all worth it
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| I give hope to
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| Folks just like you
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| And yours so watch me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| I give hope to
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| Folks just like you
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| And yours so watch me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| We fighting AIDS, liquor stores, crack addicted whores
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| Absentee fathers, nicotine, bottles
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| Of Hennessy, self hate and racism
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| Crack cocaine and all sorts of laced ism
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| Poverty even crooked ass police
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| A shady government and did I mention no peace
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| Illiteracy, war, gentrification
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| And on top that constant humiliation
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| Just to name a few but you can’t buckle or crumble
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| Though it’s hella difficult overcoming our struggles
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| But I’m living proof that it can be done
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| And I’m still battling until victory’s won I’m as real
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| As you and your issues are no different from mine
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| Except I’ve found a forum where folks can listen to mine
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| So when I’m spitting these rhymes motivate is what I try to do
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| ‘Til the day I rest I do my best to inspire you
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| I give hope to
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| Folks just like you
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| And yours so watch me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| I give hope to
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| Folks just like you
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| And yours so watch me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| Nothing can stop me
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| Nothing can stop me now
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| Nothing can stop me now |