| It was the end of the year, yeah
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| How I made it 52 weeks that’ll never be clear
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| But I’m here and I’m breathin, bruises have healed from the beatings
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| Still getting used to the feeling
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| Of proving the things I believe in
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| Like using my mic and my mind for removing the ceiling
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| Revealing a movement of people who dreamin
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| And fightin for peace so they can’t be defeated
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| My reason is blind if you follow my meaning
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| Tongue is hip hop and it’s what completes him
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| Fiending left to avoid the deamons
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| Keep in step or destroy the sequence
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| Wherever your hearts at be reppin it right
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| Sometimes the hard times are the best in your life
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| And it’s like I’m a danger to closed minds
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| December 31st definition of showtime
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| Hot for eleven and one months
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| They talk for a year and I setup with one punch
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| Which sums up all I wanna live life for
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| Opposed to the war but I know what I fight for
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| So many trapped in the loop like a sample
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| I learned you’re unlikely to lose if you gamble
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| Our chances increase with the cards that we handle |
| You making excuses or make an example
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| Now I smoked and I drank and was broke and I’m blanking an ocean
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| Of pain and I hope that I sang 'til I fall from my spot
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| And I clawed to the top
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| Of my soul and I’m scared that I’ll fall if I drop
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| But the forces of nature are forcing the haters
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| To hide from the hail, I rain on parades'
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| Retreat in the charts like a table in Vegas
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| Cash in, cash out — and they’re out — see ya later
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| They faceless. |
| I’m lookin in your eyes for ages
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| Married to the beat now I sign the papers
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| Ain’t no unfaithful behavior
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| It ain’t the days but the years that make ya
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| We ain’t gonna let them drag this one down
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| We ain’t gonna let them drag this one down
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| We ain’t gonna let them drag this one down |