| Until once again
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| Your eyes look into mine
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| Now all, all of life
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| Is just passing the time
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| Until once again
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| Your eyes look into mine
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| Since early as first grade, I knew that you always had me
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| The only kid with braids, the other kids were laughing at me
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| I looked you right in your eyes, you looked me back into mine
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| You held me close, you wiped my eyes and told me it’ll be fine
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| My brothers and sisters nine, we suffered through perilous times
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| But you kept giving them love, well some of us turned to drugs and crime
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| We moved through ghetto to ghetto, struggling from hood to hood
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| Don’t mention the bills, you had to make meals from like whatever you could
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| Remember the days of eating mayonnaise and Wonder Bread
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| Wondering if Daddy’s dead or simply where the nigga at
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| I blame my father for leaving you stuck with ten seeds to raise
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| Somewhere near the early age a father nigga had learned to hate
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| So every since the day you left I fell out of love with writing
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| Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win
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| Now all my life is just a matter of passing time
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| Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine
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| Now all, all of life
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| Is just passing the time
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| Until once again
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| Your eyes look into mine
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| Remember my first charge, I think it was B&E
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| We robbed three corner stores
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| I think it was me and P
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| You told us damn near daily, don’t run with the likes of refinement
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| We used to say you crazy
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| Cause we were in need of refinement
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| My physical P has lived the best years of his life in prison
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| is paralyzed
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| I’m living off some shit I’ve written
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| I guess the message so you think Compton
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| Is honor your mother and father
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| So that your days will be longer
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| Don’t wait till they’re here no longer to tell them you love them and mean it
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| Don’t wait to regret the lost time
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| Believe me, you’ll never redeem it
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| Now that I have is pictures
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| Of words to me and my siblings
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| One day I’m not going to be here
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| See I refuse to believe it
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| Every since the day she left I fell out of love with writing
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| Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win
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| Now all my life is just a matter of passing time
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| Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine
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| Now all, all of life
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| Is just passing the time
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| Until once again
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| Your eyes look into mine
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| look up at my seed I’m driven up with these thoughts to pen
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| Until the day that your motherly eyes look into mine again
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| I fell in a world of sin
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| So short of the glory of God, so short of the glory of Mom
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| And this is the story of Wise
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| What took so long to come with a record me clearing my heart and my mind out?
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| Don’t like to put any old rhymes out
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| Hip hop is still art to some folk
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| Fell back into the habit of twisting the cap on the bottle of black
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| Increase my lovers in search of a love that could salvage a wounded son
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| I’m not an emotional MC, my heart eludes my sleeve
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| It’s hard for me to believe that I’ve discovered a moment to grieve
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| I’m not the victim, I witnessed love turned against itself
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| Mission retrieved itself and laid the wealth inside your grave
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| Every since the day you passed I fell out of love with writing
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| Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win
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| Now all my life is just a matter of passing time
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| Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine
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| Now all, all of life
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| Is just passing the time
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| Until once again
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| Your eyes look into mine |