| Stuck in the same room, in the same mood
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| Everybody tried to tell me what I can’t do
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| Everybody tried to tell me that I changed too
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| And I changed lanes from you lame dudes
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| It’s been a minute since I spilled my pain
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| Had to take a step back and look at life in a different way
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| If you want the change, you gotta be the change
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| Now we’re all the same
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| Nobody wanna take the reins
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| Nobody wanna push their brain
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| Nobody will admit that they’re fake for the facts they claim
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| You see we’re all imperfect in a perfect way
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| And while we work all day, we all work, no play
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| We are slaved to the loans and the bills we pay
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| You consume a double cheese when the radio play
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| Mainstream, Mickey D’s and my shit gourmet
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| I’ve been up for seven days straight
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| Tryin' to figure out my fate
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| Tryin' to figure out any way to put food on my plate
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| But I sold a few tee’s, so I’m eating today
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| Okay, doing okay
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| Could probably do better, came home to a letter
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| Eviction, I know I don’t fit your description of rapper
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| But me I’m a clearer, they threw all the chatter
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| I know everything that glitter ain’t gold
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| Life is the clay, you too busy to mold
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| Time here is taking its toll
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| We spend all our time without passion and then we get old
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| Was told I should go quit
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| But none of you see all the letters I get from these kids
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| Who hurt from within and don’t wanna live
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| And tell me my music is all that can give them hope
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| Yeah, all we need is some hope
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| And they tell me their family’s broken and broke
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| They usin' my music to cope
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| I’ve been on that boat, held down by a rope
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| Held down by a string, y’all looking for things
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| I’m looking to change the perception of people
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| And all of the beautiful things that it brings, yeah
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| Record in my closet, don’t make enough profit
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| Y’all used to have morals and somehow you lost it
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| Don’t care about the money I spend on my coffin
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| I care bout the people attendin'
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| And often we’re lost, lost in this world
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| We’re selfish to think, «I could find happiness in a girl»
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| We’re selfish to think we’re elite, we destroy and deplete
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| Our whole planet no smarter than squirrels
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| So who wants to talk about that?
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| Who wants to talk about facts
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| Maybe I’d be in your mag
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| If I added «Tunechi» or «bap bap»
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| Or I talked about weed when I rap
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| But fuck all of that, the voice of the youth
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| The voice of the people, the real and the truth
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| The voice of the one who had nothin' to lose
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| I speak for a heart that’s been broken and beaten and bruised
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| I’m tired of holes in my shoes
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| Tired of having to move
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| Tired of coming unglued
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| Tired of cleanin' your table and servin' you food
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| We are what we choose
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| If only you knew the shit that I’ve seen
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| I can’t tell if I’m lucid or livin' the dream
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| I don’t do it for me, do it all for the team
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| I remember back livin' when I was a teen
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| And my grandma, she said I was worthless
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| And my teachers said I had no purpose
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| And my mama she said I was perfect
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| I’m sittin' on Twitter while I should be workin' on verses
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| You’re worth it, and when you feel weak
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| The deeper the trench, the higher the peak
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| See y’all are a piece of my legacy 'cause you believe
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| We can be anything and I wanna be… me |