| I go to the next stage
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| Hope my work remain on the next age
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| Hope your soul is escapin' from the cage
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| And that my life story got a next page
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| ‘Cuz I’ve got so many things to do, yeah
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| And so many things to say
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| It is not about what I’m goin' through
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| But what kind of advice’s gonna stay
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| Every time I open the news
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| I ask myself do we losin'
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| So many people’s caught in illusion
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| No self-confidence and inclusion
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| On quicksand gotta keep it movin'
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| Ego is the principal criminal
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| Subliminal messages
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| Travels our souls and
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| Fuck up the good side
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| And you’re lookin' for a God sign
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| It’s not too late now, too late
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| You better know there is no way out, no way
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| But acceptance, good intentions
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| You should start to really calm down
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| Count all the good things around Drown in the richness of the ground If you
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| feel it go breakdown
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| But please never lose your crown
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| But please never lose your crown
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| ‘Cuz if you want the spot nigga you should go slow
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| Money and power the niggas go for
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| You should know everybody always want more
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| But tell me which weight can carry your soul
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| It’s a whole big different view that I’ve got
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| I’m about to be part of no crew, then I’m out
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| My guys know I’m loyal, doin' it all for you I mean
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| All the kids on the ground full of doubts
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| And they starvin', childhood stolen
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| I just pray they hear angels calling
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| Yeah, but the devil’s whispering
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| Yeah, that’s why on the stove, I’m cookin'
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| I climb to the clouds but the life gave me clouts
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| Butterfly king we’re the kings of the south
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| Rothnij asking why the music level’s going down
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| Nowadays they’re only lookin‘ for the pound
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| Only concerned will recognize, them
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| At least they ain’t hypnotized
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| I’m tryin' to have it all
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| I was on the boulevard hopin' for a better life |