| Grown better man still I’m in my gang attire
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| Does not mean I’m going to be cast into a ring of fire
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| Does it? |
| If so those words you speak I can’t admire
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| The evil’s in my past but today the saint is ire
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| Get and give a lot of love, guess my 'ologists follows us
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| I was thug, taught us, now we caught up in goddish hugs
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| Everywhere we go, there he go, went from very low
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| To unnecessary owes when he carries flows over the stereo
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| I’m, on my 7 all because of rhyme
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| But because I played the 6 once upon a time
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| The reverend says my worldly ways I need to deaden
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| But I can’t tell because this life I’m living feel like heaven
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| Is it heaven, or is my head up in the clouds
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| Is there hell for me, because I feel like we made it out
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| I put my halo on but then, it done came off again
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| You don’t need eyes to see, that this could be our only heaven
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| So, if you see my feet up off the ground
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| Oh, don’t you let me tear this heaven down
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| Oh, if you see my halo falling down
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| Oh, don’t you let me tear this heaven down
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| It’s funny, and when I think I’m up there…
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| They say I fais le cul to much
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| But they just déjà vu to much
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| Caught up in the antics
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| Yeah I’m tied to you because I was thinking semantics
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| So is it dependent on what your heaven is?
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| Or how big your 6 and 7 is?
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| Everything preaches to you, you decipher who the reverend is
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| This verse is speaking to the ones seeking peace in any form
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| Far from norm' imaginations, the brain rains when it storms
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| You say names then it forms, manifest things that were foreign
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| To you once upon a time no coincidence is gonna rhyme
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| Make sense in a normal line
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| Of words you learned them at the time and they remain timeless
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| Feeding of the dreams that you promised
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| Before niggas knew you were prominent and dominant
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| And all those powerful words that back then, to be honest,
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| Were just nouns and verbs; |
| the looks on the astonished
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| Are normal by now I seen them same faces when I was in Spiderman pajamas
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| Heaven or Hell?
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| I never thought that this could be so real
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| I never thought that I would ever build
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| My own heaven
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| I remember back in the day I had this song called «My Own Hell.»
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| It was depressing.
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| But since then, I’ve created my own heaven, baby!
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| And it’s beautiful!
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| Incredibly, no one deaded me, when it was lead at these red Dickies,
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| Nobody ever headed me, let it be, said I’m breaded, B
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| Real light, within darkness I still fight it,
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| But if heaven is love, then this sure in the hell feel like it! |