| This coliseums calling me again, how bloody convenient
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| I let bygones go by, but the tide change ain’t lenient
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| See my mind state is 5 takes from an irate infection
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| A little bit of the yes sirs and a routine funk inspections
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| I’ve been a child of change since Willy Maze was saying hey
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| But I wouldn’t steal my first base until late like 88
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| But never the less I must confess
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| I’ve mastered all the tons of stress by letting excess press the mess up up
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| from off my weathered chest
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| I found my peace, let me be or take my breath away from me. |
| Down these streets
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| chasing dreams I’m not quite sure I can reach
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| Got a message from the afterlife, my relatives are well
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| I replied that I need heavens help
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| This hemisphere is hell
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| I coughed into this cradle later hoping it would swell
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| But a line on the equators only parallel to twelve
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| You go get your disciples, I be getting mine as well
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| But mine don’t bow to hanging hats what some would William Tell
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| I walk around this rock till I’m out of schemes to sell
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| And follow every rising sun until the day is fell
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| Hook:
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| I found my peace, let me be or take my breath away from me. |
| Down these streets
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| chasing dreams I’m not quite sure I can reach |