| You’re stupid to think the world’s small enough to heal all of us
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| That’s what the teacher say, go to the preacher, pray
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| But you gotta pay, gotta fight you a cheaper way
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| Look into myself, gotta find me a deeper way
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| Chase my dreams, create, made me me today
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| As I prosper, no defense, they watch us
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| So I’m still obnoxious when I’m in their binoculars
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| A nigga just wanna be free
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| I was in the same hood and nobody rescued me my nigga
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| Could’ve plead and believed and self achieved
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| Nothing with greed, just be yourself
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| Realize that your strength is locked inside
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| It’s the thing that you feel when you open your eyes
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| Them feelings alive, go ahead homie and fly
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| Someday you’ll get high, leaving your mark in the sky
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| But till then I got this, fuck your hypothesis
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| while I build my conscious up
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| But my ganja tryna like prosperous
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| It’s a, I had a dream and I followed it
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| Dodging them hollow tips, throw some shots, they missed
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| Had to stay optimistic
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| But her pharmacist kept me on cloud 9 when the hard times would hit
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| All time high, first time I hit fronto kid
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| By Eighteen, had the mind of a king
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| Gotta learn from mistakes, what it takes to lead
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| But of course had a taste of the evil seed
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| So I could truly see what I was meant to be
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| Who would know much later I would be much greater
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| Every parent, teacher, conference, told my mom I was a failure
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| Cos they couldn’t see the profit in the sky as a player
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| Rise on them haters and defied all the labels
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| Swear to keep it G till I’m at the crossroads
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| And the grim reaper creep tryna my soul
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| Used to sin every week, had to let the pain go
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| Gotta practice what your preach, but I ain’t an angel
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| Mob in the streets, but the blue rack know
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| But despite all the demons tryna bring me down low
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| I just rise like a phoenix and I shine all gold
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| Flatbush was my stomping ground
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| Mother wanted to keep me out
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| Tried to put me on a different route
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| Sent me to school to smarter crowds
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| Problem is when my school was done, would come home to my neighborhood
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| Learn the ways of the hood I’m from
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| But in my books, I was a gifted one
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| My conduct, it was fucked up
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| I was the class clown since I started up
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| Getting good grades, but that’s not enough
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| Had a 99, but my behavior sucked
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| High school, a nigga found drugs
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| Prescription pills, not the good stuff
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| Xanax next when I’m waking up
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| Percocet just to keep me up
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| Nose candy was a favorite
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| 8-ball for only two of us
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| Popping X was another one until we found out the shit was cut
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| Ain’t it funny when you think about it
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| My mother thought that these schools were bound to keep a nigga on the straight
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| end highroad
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| Instead they filled me up with problems
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| But in the same breathe, I would’ve changed shit
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| Because the pain is what made me become great
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| Everything that I go through, because faith
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| It was hard but it caused me to change shit
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| Addiction lead to depression
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| And in depression, you’re taught some lessons
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| If you listen, they keep on pushing and the solution cause evolution
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| Obstacles come inside of your path and make you switch up and step on the gas
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| If you look back inside of your path
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| You find direction, it’s like your own map |