| Flashback, seen no future in my past acts
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| Back strap fit me looser, had no pack packed
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| Bad stats at my school, mom and dad spazzed
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| So what’s a youngin' to do when cops flash badge?
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| I mean, I always had a knack for rap
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| Illmat', Ready to Die, etcetera tracks
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| Feel trapped? |
| Put on a track, you’re feeling relaxed
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| I just wanna do the same shit with my craft
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| Through my raps, niggas thought we born winning
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| When I was raised up in a graveyard for dreamin'
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| My hood taught street business, ain’t no physics
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| Do drugs, bust guns and bring killings
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| Tool tucked, give a nigga that cold feeling
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| School sucked, most days was gon' miss it
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| Screwed up, too fucked to stay with it
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| Fool’s luck, how I ain’t end up finished
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| With age, I learned facts, like everything got a catch
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| Especially when you’re black, young with the world on your back
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| Dreams of a hooper diluted, clouded by smoke on the track
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| Guided by Lucifer, Lucy’s grip on my thoughts on the loose leaf
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| I do my drugs with the goonies, yell at a coffin will suit me
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| Now or later, meet the maker if that karma pursue me
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| Went to church just to search, no reality found
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| Growth spurt in my spirit, holy watered us all down
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| Down in the gutter, straight guns and butter
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| Good mother tried to save me and my brother
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| Hood won us, had plans to take us under
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| Street lovers, can’t take the hood from us
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| You see? |
| That’s what made a nigga me
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| Part is in the heavens, but part in these streets
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| Part a living legend, but part is still weak
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| Though I know knowledge is part what I seek
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| Hennesy sipping, cripping since I was a teen nigga
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| Still a street hitter, psychedelics helped me see bigger
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| 'Member me, mister? |
| Wouldn’t make it past next semester
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| Try to test us, but it’s straight A’s in my life lessons
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| Life threatened living in the hood, cause the odds against us
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| Had to get up every single morning, hear my father’s lectures
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| Mom pressure kept a strong home for us under vision
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| Too pretentious, still I felt alone, no one I could vent to
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| No leaving, pleasure seeking, I need it
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| Drug feeling, love fiending, dark season
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| No teaching from my peers was my reason
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| Til I learned my heart was all I needed
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| Around some friends that sucked, could not tell
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| Now I found myself, but I’m still needing help
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| Now I swim the deep end like Michael Phelps
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| Learned to seek the sun rays out 'til I melt
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| Puffing on that Jane in the staircase
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| Never was at home, always had my momma scared straight
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| Selling all my clothes, just so I could buy some rare Bape
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| Had to hold my own, cop O’s and used to sell eighths
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| Felt like I was chose, don’t know if I was too baked
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| But I know my soul was born to do some cool things
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| Stay up on my toes until that fat fool sang
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| Had to chase my goals in hopes to see a new day, Lord
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| A young man dealing with old depression
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| Drugs inside of my system, was looking for intervention
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| Love inside of my spirit was buried under some treasure
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| Pieced together some lessons that helped me sharpen my weapons, uh
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| My mind sharp, divine thoughts, I blast off
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| Beyond stars and solars, the God fall
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| Was reborn with wings, but also two horns
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| The two sides, duality made a new form |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain Dance (Phase 1 Intro), artist - The Underachievers. Album song Evermore - The Art of Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп