| Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
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| The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music.
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| Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
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| The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music.
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| I’m from a small city, but I have big dreams,
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| Had some good ideas, but I had better schemes
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| I thought the hustle way for me was etched in stones,
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| Until my pun to dime and name etched in stone.
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| My daughter’s growing up, my son on his way,
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| They closing in on me, I feel like every day.
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| Music saves me, soothing like the navy,
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| But a lifetime of scars only sixteen bars.
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| So I took the vibe with me using my life,
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| Yep, I propose the main music my wife.
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| If ever need to call a nigga music’s my night
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| And if I need to bring the girls together music’s my dice.
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| If I degraded and I haven’t even cried to,
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| I watch purpose prophesize about going through.
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| Music ain’t the knowledge itself
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| And I’m the knowledge itself, then I acknowledge your wealth.
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| Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
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| The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music.
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| Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
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| The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music.
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| Music a part of me, I’m a bully,
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| Beating up the track with brutal lines.
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| The truth inside of me, rappers hit the booth and they lie to me,
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| I’m using the inspiration that they provide to me.
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| I’m redefining the space, you can call me the new geometry.
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| A picture of you, papa, when I google monogamy.
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| Now all the people who go irresponsibly
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| Thinking your album is trash is not the root of economy.
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| So you’re expecting the conscious and introspect of use
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| Each of lyrical vestibule, let me tell you what’s best for you.
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| My music gives you a message true or respect is due,
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| But music is emotion, that’s lost for me intellectual.
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| A tree in form of a far is never heard
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| Amongst the sparrows and the robbers and even the ghetto birds.
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| You download it for free but what I create the same
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| Ofcourse you’re nothing but a pair in making, trust me.
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| Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
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| The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music.
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| Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
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| The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music.
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| I was born on the afterbeat, I’m like ron for Johnson
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| When you reach the crossroads me and the devil have to meet
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| It’s sort of same thing as clever on when they soar
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| Lower went, looking for God and cleft kept on.
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| Willing to the same songs but we hear them different
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| Serenade the death like we got a fear of living.
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| Having the sounds on stage cause the spirit rising,
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| Stop the devilish ways where clever displays the lyricism.
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| The songs are a natural resource of actual street stories
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| Attract the police forces.
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| Slay to the rhythm the masses that rip off us.
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| And he could run before he walked. |