| I push my pen past the breaking point, the point of no return
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| Past the pointed fingers, past the point at which you learn
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| Past ideas and perceptions, past lies and deception
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| Pass my life around the room to try to make the right connections
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| My obsession is this; |
| past cash, past crime
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| Past beats, past rhymes, past life and past time
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| After time, time is money, time out, timing is everything
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| Your mind’s my forty acres, on these fertile plains I’m settling
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| I’m steadily gold medaling in peddling what’s the truth
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| Point my finger to the heavens and grip the heart to break it loose
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| I’d bear my soul to save the youth and place myself upon the altar
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| Make this world a better place both for my wife and for my daughters
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| And that’s a hard lesson to learn, because mankind’s so unkind
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| Like political prisoners who threaten the agenda of One Time
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| One rhyme can’t change the world, so make no mistake
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| And that’s just my point. |
| yeah, that’s the point I’m trying to make
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| One rhyme can’t change the world, but sill I’ll never back down
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| Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground
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| What’s wrong has prospered too long, it’s time to take it back now
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| Write what’s right upon walls and fade into the blackground
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| Sintax the backlit shadow box backdrop
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| Silouette of the sunset across the concrete blacktop
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| Bet He’s more brilliant and beautiful than we thought
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| Burn fame on the fingers of flame from sunspot
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| Then bask in the black where the spotlight’s not
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| Mic rock late at night so nobody can watch
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| Some serve in daylight, Christ taught behind the scenes
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| So I caught his sunstream with the sea of the unseen
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| Humility sunscreen, I thank God for anonymity
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| My geneology is a forest of family trees
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| More branches than a bank, thank you’s to pass around
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| Put gratitude on paper, extend my words like verbal pounds
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| Remember my past like people in small towns
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| Regard simple truth and profound, then write 'em down
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| I’ve found I like to watch autumn leaves just fade to brown
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| They turn without a sound, I’d like to fade into the blackground
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| Then drown the well renowned, pound my pride until it backs down
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| Clown myself just so that Yahweh can abound
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| Soul Heir the manCHILD and Sintaxtheterrific
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| We ripped it for a lifetime, but we’ll vanish in an instant
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| Blink once and you missed it
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| What’s wrong has prospered too long, it’s time to take it back now
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| Write what’s right upon walls and fade into the blackground
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| One rhyme can’t change the world but still I’ll never back down
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| Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground.
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| I build this lifeline in the nighttime, hide my presence in this place
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| Anonymity’s a witch, but I’ve grown acccustomed to her face
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| And it’s broken, camouflage my emotions, chosen token
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| Spoken to those cold and frozen and watched new life awoken
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| Got that close to closing notion, overdosing on the ocean
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| No one knows this unsung hero, the dirt that makes the tree grow
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| But it’s all right, I’m a peace in the puzzle like Bill Cartwright
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| Programmed to command the mic with deepspace5 all night
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| I’m the fly on the wall who’s watching each and every bar fight
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| I’m the brick wall backdrop that’s decorated in the starlight
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| Mars ILL, we do battle deep in the belly of the beast
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| And as the b-boy backspins, we be the cardboard that’s beneath
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| See this wedding of art and science and let’s all live and grow together
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| I’ll choose to keep the memories and you can choose to buy the records
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| Maybe make that life better, leave that soul no longer vacant
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| And let the prejudice skeptics keep warm with blanket statements
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| With patience I set my paces on city streets of Atlanta
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| While my people being slandered by that false propaganda
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| Got answers, got questions, gotta teach and learn lessons
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| ManCHILD spits one rhyme and it tastes like sunshine
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| Holy, divine design, peace to the nines worldwide
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| Play my part to perfection and softly fade into the B-side
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| One rhyme can’t change the world, but still I’ll never back down
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| Speak my peace on microphones and fade into the blackground
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| What’s wrong has prospered too long, it’s time to take it back now
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| Write what’s right upon walls and fade into the blackground
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| Refuse to be pimped into a record label’s cash cow
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| Speak what’s real upon reels and fade into the blackground |