| Will they tell your story?
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| This is the story of a
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| Who lives who dies who tells your story
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| (Da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum)
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| This is the story of a
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| Who lives who dies who tells your story
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| My mind flashes, I see the ashes of the masters
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| Who touch the masses, I ask if I’ll ever be one
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| When I die, will heaven be done?
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| What will my legend become?
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| I will forever be young
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| Through old tales of breakdancing down at Odell’s
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| Streets named after me is where my soul dwells
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| Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
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| I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
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| Memories divided by perception
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| Will it be Water for Chocolate or Resurrection?
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| The path to perfection is rarely achieved
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| I head in that direction, I dream and believe
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| An underground dude that overachieve
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| From the windy city I was blowing they eaves
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| Somewhere along the way I aired out MCs
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| (Who lives who dies who tells your story)
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| But to stand out some days you may freeze
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| Degrees
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| Who lives
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| And who dies
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| Who holds on to all our lives?
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| Time and time and time again
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| Will they tell your story in the end
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| (Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
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| Yo, the anticipation arose as time froze
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| The black men in the morgue were John Does
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| Lynched for whistling at blonde does
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| I said a prayer with my eyes closed
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| As I loaded the Roscoe’s at the sink, yo
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| I been a bullet on the brink
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| But being a young king
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| Probably different than you think, though
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| The quills that I dip into the ink go to document
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| And you’ll remember me when I’m extinct
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| Yo, sing the carol of a young pharaoh
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| Who slew Leviathan with one arrow
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| As I revolve through the gun barrel just to watch it unravel
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| I tell them have heart, must travel
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| Keep my legacy alive even if I don’t survive 'til the curtain call
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| First of all, realize what we working towards
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| Fuck around, find what we searching for
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| (Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
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| The earth, my name written in cursive form
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| Who lives
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| And who dies
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| Who holds on to all our lives?
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| Time and time and time again
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| Will they tell your story in the end
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| (Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
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| Who lives
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| And who dies
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| Who holds on to our lives?
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| Time and time and time again
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| Will they tell your story in the end?
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| (Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
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| Frozen in time, I can’t let it go
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| Nat Cole, Unforgettable
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| The pedestal I’m on, I’mma end up on the Federal
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| Reserve note your money with a hip hop quote
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| I might change legislation with some shit that I wrote
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| From boats that we came on to lights with our name on
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| Through hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on
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| I write hard rhymes like I’m running out of time
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| Truthfully, my stopwatch is one with the divine
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| Centuries from now, they’ll play my freestyle
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| And say, this is the brilliance of a Black American child
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| Endowed by the streets, and the Chi proud
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| Known to move in silence, but can be loud
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| The noise of beat girls and boys
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| Building to destroy the perception of urban aggression
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| My life is a progression of chords, wrote the oppressors
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| A chorus, my story is the glory of the lord
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| Who lives (who lives)
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| And who dies (who dies)
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| Who holds on to all our lives?
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| Time and time and time again
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| Will they tell your story in the end?
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| (Who lives who dies who tells your story?) |