| I’m tired of the madness
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| Tired of the sadness
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| Views of the fascists, following the masses
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| Acting like we still got slave masters
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| Now average becomes common practice
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| I’m tired of being tested
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| I’m tired of being questioned
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| Being labelled second, played and rejected
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| Neglected while these fake gangstas claim they hold figures
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| Say they pull triggers, can I get a witness?
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| Tears, yeah I shed this
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| Say you don’t feel this?
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| Blood, yeah I spilled this
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| Tracks, yeah we killed this
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| Flooded 'em with realness
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| Rain on your picnic
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| Showing 'em what skills is
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| Grind so vicious
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| Smash 'em in an instant
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| Hungry and persistent
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| The goals in the distance
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| Dope, yeah we been this
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| Riding with a vengeance
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| It’s time for a change now, get them hands lifted
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| «I'm so along without fear
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| With everything that I can and ever single door
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| That I walk through»
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| I’m a fighter and a winner
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| Contender, spitting monkey bar gorilla
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| King Kong heavy hitter
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| We on top, go figure
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| While you over there bitter
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| I’m live front and center
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| Connect go get us, style flipper
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| Jack Ripper
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| Been sick but we’ve been sicker
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| And got with us so how you love that?
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| Too hot to fall back
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| Picture that
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| Many rappers said they flow so sickening
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| Just cause their styles artistic see
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| But my flow always been a little different
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| Cause it’s awkwardly gifted
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| So I guess you could call me a little autistic
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| But also twice born and once tempted
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| C’mon man without Him I would’ve been slip
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| Been across more thin lines than scripts
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| A John Hancock penmanship, I’ve been remiss less
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| Not forget the craft that raised our kids
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| Saved our lives, gave us jobs, made us cry
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| And gave us pride, we watched it die
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| «I'm so along without fear
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| With everything that I can and ever single door
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| That I walk through» |