| Bastard kid immaculate
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| With the facts I spit I packaged it
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| Captioned it with the coolest deep maneuvers
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| To enact the test mastered it
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| Passed it out it’s tantamount
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| To classics now
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| My pedigree’s ahead of me
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| Young graduate with caps & gowns
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| I utilize my English
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| In pursuit of my relinquished soul
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| They took it from my ancestors
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| And stole it from my spirits glow
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| Now I’m out to take it back
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| I know y’all all relate to that
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| I ain’t simply fussing bruh
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| I’m only stating basic facts
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| Style lax wild cats
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| With stacks that stretch a mile back
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| Smile glad riled rants
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| My map’s gon' make a proud man
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| Now I stand to be a shining example
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| Of all I can be cause I focused on the good
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| And made the most of all the bad things
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| Sadly the modern day boarding school
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| Produced a strong dad
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| Cause the Foster care system
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| Ensured I didn’t take the same path
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| Sometimes tough situations
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| Translate to good things
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| We say that we’re the voiceless
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| But I’ll ensure the hood sings
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| The reservation and the city
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| Express of our dispossession |
| I ain’t truly proud of either
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| But it’s south side until the heavens
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| Just below the cities ether
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| No matter what your locale
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| From midwest reservations
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| To inner cities in So Cal the no pal
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| We won’t help ya no way no how
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| Mindset of oppressors is prevalent
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| It won’t slow now so what i gotta do
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| Is take what they give me and multiply
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| To alter my position envision a place
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| With duller skies the bullet buys
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| Supplied with Government rations
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| My people mastered the art
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| Of making Survival food happen
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| They took a tub of lard a bag of flour
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| Sprinkled in some red power
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| What ya got is fry bread
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| The Modern food we all devour
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| And it’s sorrow, spud on a stick Epidemic
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| It can make us diabetic
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| But it still gets us connected
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| It makes the family kinetic as one
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| We gon' still taste it with Buds
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| It makes up for lack of nutrition
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| By building relationships up
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| Sure you’re right our new traditions
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| Are far from flawless propositions
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| But I’m a keep with new tradition
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| And use it to further my position
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| Flip this english into dollars |
| Reach the pockets of white scholars
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| Rocking shows inside the college
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| Food for thought is polished knowledge
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| Brought it with for college kids
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| Impressed by it like college chicks
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| Bodies thick, want the stick
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| I gives a ish if you liken this to Vicodin
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| Just a drug, just a thug please learn to love
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| I judge myself to hush em up
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| Cause I’m the one who bears the brunt
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| Man what y’all want?
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| I’ve learned to trudge lightly
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| When judging others' standing
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| Cause my past would’ve got me banished
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| By traditional justice standards
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| How do I manage? |
| I don’t know
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| All I know is that man can grow
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| Some mistakes I might take to the grave
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| But now I behave and that’s the glow
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| For those who don’t deserve to learn
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| Deserve chances to earn their word
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| If they ruin em let em burn
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| Maybe, if they lack concern
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| But until that line’s clearly crossed
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| I can’t be one to crucify
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| How could I when I’ve deeply hurt
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| So many lives without losing mine
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| To anyone I’ve done wrong
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| Who’s listening to this track
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| I sincerely apologize
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| I wish that I could take it back but I can’t |
| I feel guilt I feel remorse I feel that
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| And I hope you find the slightest peace
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| In hearing I’m a changed man
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| Cause I am, yes I am
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| A product of my environment
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| A victim of the system
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| From birth to retirement
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| Please, please just listen
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| I promise I’ve inquired it
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| It’s been written in my system
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| From birth to enlightenment
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| I didn’t come into the world a bad man
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| I came in a bright aura like all babies do
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| But I was birthed in a earth
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| Resembling a trash can
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| And I learned all the horror
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| Like all babies do
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| So when I say I’m a victim of the system
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| I’m not trying to detract blame
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| But if you’re still here and you’re still listening
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| That is not how I came
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| It was learned and it’s been owned
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| It was burned and now I’m home
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| And I’m thankful to have been able
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| To learn from my mistakes and change
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| Rather than being shot or locked and chained
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| Only to be further displaced
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| If I could I’d apologize to your face
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| But I don’t know if I can so this is the least I could do |