| The rain is pouring, pain is going on in my life
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| That’s why I write, same reason why drinkers go buy a pint
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| Dark clouds attack the light that is within me
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| Struggle is neverending, prayer is what some recommend me
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| I’m 5'9, but when I rhyme feel like I’m 10 feet tall
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| Laying the law through these bars, I put my life’s call
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| Many be dumb downed clowns, see I don’t like y’all
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| Hit them with the permanent pause, what do you fight for?
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| Your car, your chain, it’s all the same
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| You call it game, boring my brain, them fraudulent ways
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| I can’t feel what you’re saying, cuz the balance is off
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| Faking like you don’t have a heart wit all the violence you talk
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| It’s like you can’t crack a smile anymore, I guess its got to be war
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| 24/7 weapons got to squeeze off, nigga nahh
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| That is a plan within a plan, my man
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| Destruction is in demand and Uncle Sam is a fan
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| Hearts frozen, why do we stay on that cold shit?
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| We used to be cultured, influenced by the vultures
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| They’ve been scoping, analyzing with a motive
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| It’s like we’ve been tied up with an invisible rope and them
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| Jails open, they get paid when they put more inside
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| Kind of currupt, it’s time for us to just expose them
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| It’s wild, especially when your skintone’s brown
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| But right now we about to turn it around
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| You with me? |
| Hit me if you down
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| Of course I’ve walked with what my ancestors fought for
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| Heart full of passion, want more, start at ground floor
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| Still remain because of y’all we make it sound raw
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| I thank Allah, for me to try to paint a song
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| That is a cure till the pain is gone
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| Fruits of my labor may be ripe cuz I’ve been waiting for them
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| Seems like a lifelong task, walking on this path
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| Many be cheating, but my dad, he was a honest man
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| Plus about his cash, getting it because he worked hard
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| And to my moms, they call it labor, that was work y’all
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| Since birth searched the earth for what I’m worth. |
| Money?
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| It’s paperweight, cannot equate to what my life study
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| Has told me, go beyond all the stars up in the sky
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| The gift of rhymes, that is the place I chose to emphasize
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| Just a sign, maybe my light is not fading
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| I was born to shine greatly, on the rise trying to break free
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| Hit me, if you’re down and out, wild is not the route you need to be taking
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| Niggas be waiting to throw they hate in, frustration be incubating
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| Inside, times are tense so I write rhymes with sense
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| Why? |
| Because there’s not too many of y’all that’s doing this
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| My influences came before they ruined this, foolishness
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| Ringtone, computer chip, champ, I’m not new to this
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| I prove what I say through the way that I relay
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| I don’t break, standing time’s test and making that progress
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| And I’m on my job, yes indeedy y’all greedy
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| While I got less, make it sound monstrous, break it down in portion
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| It all fit together, I remember my beginnings
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| While I’m winning, cuz forgetting brings the ending close
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| Folks forget, get on some brand new shit
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| The movements still in motion like Munch and Matthew and them
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| Ups? |
| I’ve had a few of them, downs I’ve had too
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| But whenever I think of my mission I feel I have to ascend
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| Fin
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| Uh uh, hit me if you down
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| Ooh ooh, I’ll be around
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| Hey! |