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| Sky’s the limit so you know I’m gonna rise and shine
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| I gotta do my thing, I’m kinda getting a little tired of all that’s hidden
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| That’s the reason I’m a speak my mind, keep from going insane
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| Now work with it, we in the last innin'
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| The world keeps spinnin', my peoples steady losin' while the rich keep winnin'
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| It’s like we never smilin' and the devil steady grinnin'
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| Killin' what we representin'
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| Even our children and women, 2K4, livin' above and under the law
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| Young teen joins the marines, says he’ll die for the corps
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| Inducted up into the government’s war
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| Is it for land or money or oil
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| Funny how ain’t none of it yours
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| I can’t sleep yo I’m paranoid, it’s code orange
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| It’s far from right, I guess that’s why it feels so wrong
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| To see the world get stripped out of every resource
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| And people pray to Coca-Cola now instead of the gods
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| What’s goin' on?
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| Keepin' your head above water, hustlin' to survive
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| Some people chasin' a dream, others just chasin' a high
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| Some people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
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| Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by
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| But still, they workin' all they live, they pushin' for the light
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| Givin' everything they got to stitch them swishes on ya Nike’s
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| Puttin' pockets on our jeans, mining diamonds for them rings
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| Rewarded with small change and bullets in the brains
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| And it make me feel strange everything we take for granted
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| At times I feel stranded on this planet of mine
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| Now should I pull the hammer, clap it out, and laugh about it
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| Or stand up, be counted while I cast my ballot
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| When the undertaker’s busy and the prisons is crowded
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| People livin' in fear because they vision is clouded
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| But the sky’s the limit, I ain’t cryin' you a river
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| Gotta move me a mountain, I’m a get up and shout it
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| When I dream it’s hounds on my heels gainin' momentum
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| I’m tired, can’t get uninspired or quit runnin'
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| I can feel they only inches behind, I escape, I survive
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| Some how I gotta decide how much I want it
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| Or is anybody listenin' without a pot to piss in
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| If I disappear I wonder if the world will know I’m missin'
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| Who my support system, it’s not the court system
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| Gotta letter it said that you’re not avoiding prison
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| People 'neath the microscope cause we defining the culture
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| They smile and insult you like you shinin' their loafers
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| Them old heads say we need a modern day Moses
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| When the leaders is posers we needing some soldiers
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| It’s the X generation, the anger in the nation
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| Got the writing on the wall so clear that I can taste it
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| Like a kid sniffing glue somewhere trying to escape
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| Cause we vulnerable and naked
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| Gotta show 'em we can make it
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