| I fight for hope, I fight for change
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| I fight so much you’d think I like the pain
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| I got the torch, light the flame
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| And with the fire I spew, I’ll ignite your name
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| Hate where I’m headed in this life of fame
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| The spotlight and the sun feel quite the same
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| Keep me out of reach of the sniper’s aim
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| I’m a survivor, look what I became
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| I guess what I’m sayin' is up in my own lane
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| Everybody fly but I want my own plane
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| Runaway thoughts can you feel my train?
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| All aboard all aboard, no ball and chain
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| Freedom in the eyes of a young black man
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| Tellin' my story wherever I can
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| As real as the blood flows rivers in my vein
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| I’m feelin' like the realest in the game
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| Go
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| Hopefully one day I reach, high enough to find you
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| You see every day I’mma pray, until I find you
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| You look down at me and say
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| That I designed you
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| With this one message time’s running out
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| So I just need you to go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Pyromaniac, the way I write this
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| You could hate fire but you gotta like this
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| Cause it’s known to give light to the darkness
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| And insert that life to the lifeless
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| All the parents, working night shifts
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| Just trynna make enough so they could buy diapers
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| Any second now they might flip
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| Cause they left all alone without a weapon to fight with
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| Someone please understand what I’m trynna do
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| And all this pent up anger I’m rhyming through
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| It’s just me and my boys trynna find the truth
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| And hopefully one day you’ll find it too
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| So while everybody else rides around in coupes
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| I talk to my angels when I’m in the booth
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| Every time I write a verse I design the youth
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| And God sent me as a sign so admire the the proof
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| I used to be mad, but I’m off of that
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| I’mma live to the fullest til my coffin black
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| I could talk all about how the corporate rats distort the facts
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| But I ain’t gettin' caught in the trap
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| I’m just trynna get rid of the poison y’all
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| Over the years you’ve heard my voice evolve
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| The New Golden Era, I Am Us
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| Now straight to the top’s where I’m hoisting y’all
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| I feel like the world wants to talk to me
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| But if I stray too far will they walk with me?
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| Lately I feel I dream awkwardly
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| Did I squander the dream that they offered me?
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| Shit I feel the world wants to talk to me
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| But if I stray too far will they walk with me?
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| Lately I feel I dream awkwardly
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| And I just wonder what the world has in store for me, unh |