| As I wait for atonement
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| Trapped in the heat of the moment
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| Feelin like I can’t control it
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| As I wait for atonement
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| Trapped in the heat of the moment
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| Uh-huh, feelin the steam from the cauldron
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| With tension runnin deep as the ocean
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| Many are called, but so few are chosen
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| As I go through the motions, of medication uppin my dosage
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| Bangin Earth, Wind & Fire «Devotion» as I admire the focus
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| Takin the city with a grain of salt
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| Where they tastin foul, chase it down, with the latest malt — liquor
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| Roll and hit it, knife did it, hope you got some smarts wit’chu
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| Hope you got some heart it ain’t no stoppin when it start — nigga
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| Feel somethin bigger got a hold on me
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| And I ain’t trippin not a Bobby Brown, lippin with my nose runnin
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| Basically I had two, options I just chose one
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| And then got ghost, like my picture was on a most wanted
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| Coast to coast, from L.A. to Chicago
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| Now I’m faced, with the weight of survival, plus the taste
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| From the way I been lied to while the preacherman spittin his gospel
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| I can win if I try to
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| As I wait for atonement
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| Trapped in the heat of the moment
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| Feelin like I can’t control it
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| As I wait for atonement
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| Trapped in the heat of the moment |