A little shade will grow into a tree
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Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
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Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?
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You are but a thought in your maker's eyes
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And I may not always believe
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But you're nothing short of a miracle
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We wander through the darkness, scepter in hand
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Everyone is a king, but without a crown
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It's looking for the light
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We're waiting for a miracle, we don't care
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But so far not even a hint of where to feel the straw
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I wander for the light, like Sherlock
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Alone through hell, you don't care
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But me alone with my flow
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Onward I go through the darkness for my trial
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Through the pack of lies here in that game
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Be the crooked judge and be the true reason to live
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Search everyone, the answers in the Bible are just crutches for the senses
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I want you to pour out so that the light of pure change washes over you
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You believe in miracles, I believe in dreams, I turn those hints into reality
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Despite the pitfalls of time, I clamp the staples in
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To climb, I rubbed my face against the sky
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In a cage like in MMA, I don't want to be anymore
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It's time to be yourself, slice that steak
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And it's time to give you more than a perjured word, bars and a pitiful interrogation
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My raps bleed when you cut them but I'll be the winner |
Will and mega miles still in the distance
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I sharpen those canvases like Dáli
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And it still hurts
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What did the gods give you?
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Queuing for an illusion
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Life is not always as we would like it to be
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But I believe that if you want them to break rocks
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Hoods and hoods on your head, and dude, drop your thoughts on K.O
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A little shade will grow into a tree
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Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
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Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?
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You are but a thought in your maker's eyes
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And I may not always believe
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But you're nothing short of a miracle
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We wander through the darkness, scepter in hand
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Everyone is a king, but without a crown
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It's looking for the light
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We're waiting for a miracle, we don't care
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But then not even a hint where to feel the straw
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I wander for the light, like Sherlock
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Alone through hell
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Okay, now hand me the Glock
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Let the whole block hear that blast of words
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White mushroom, black music, dark soul
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The wall in front of me, my world is collapsing
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When I don't have new colds it's foaming at the mouth, foaming at the mouth
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I crush the keyboard shot in my lungs, bang bang sound in my ears
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Hands on your avatar's throat wonder
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I'm suffocating the bastard, my job |
My head against the wall cheese on the crowd
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You don't have the balls to do what's expected
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I am the wall, the last bastion
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Against the impotence that spreads the flesh
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I aim, I fly to the ground like a grenade
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S.U.P.A Kenny Rough, Garand
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A poster above the bed, a miracle on the faces
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As I swim through the beat pissing beauty
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I roll stone, hunt tall grass
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I am quietly waiting for the triafam moment
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I'm taking off my skin, coming back from hunting
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I'm waiting for the next chance
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I'm looking for something more than just gibberish
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I'll put my hole in the fence through it
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Fuck the door, the backyard on it
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I am the god of my world
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A little shade will grow into a tree
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Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
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Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?
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You are but a thought in your maker's eyes
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And I may not always believe
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But you're nothing short of a miracle |