| I’ll take a runaway train from the reigns of shame
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| And focus things so my head don’t hear my brain
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| It’s how I’m seeing — keeping it even with balanced breathin
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| When the Zion train come it’s the last one leavin
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| I’ll be long gone, when I’m finally home
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| Just relaxing from the action in the danger zone
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| It’s my rest bit, catching my breath before I exit
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| Return to the Earth, be on some next shit, bless this!
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| One time, maintain shine, chains can’t bind, free your mind!
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| Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla
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| Aiyyo one time, maintain shine, chains can’t bind, free your mind!
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| Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla
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| Scolding sill, mellow ice grill, people keep on telling me to chill
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| But I know it only poetry can feel
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| With emotions that I mostly need to heal
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| It’s all part feeling, strong whip black children
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| March through the streets with a million
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| Dealing with injurious, just us against us
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| We must bust back until they vanquished
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| Attack, pull over fool this is a jack
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| Now gimme back the fad and my bamma weed sack
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| My culture, every day I’m getting closer
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| Living it up like I’m supposed ta
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| Who the king ruling this? |
| (Jah!!)
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| Jah the light’ll never miss ya
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| One of these days I’m gonna kiss ya
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| Touch you with my lips against the cheek
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| Gonna hit ya, so every day I’m reading scripture
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| One day!
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| Holla (holla!) holla (holla!)
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| Let’s get steady the beat get 'eavy
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| When this hit you better get ready
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| Barricade your brain the fallout to deadly
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| Runaway for the 'ad the Serengeti
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| The good that you speak no speak of the smelly
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| Stink like meat gone bad brother tell me
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| Why you never want to call Jah from the celly?
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| Why you wanna never call Jah from the celly yo?
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| Maybe gold, when I unload, make an ego explode uh
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| They be gone soon’s I enter in the do' uh
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| We be venting unrelenting too cold uh
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| Fuck a white collar, sucker can’t do me nada
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| Been in a lotta situations made it hotter
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| Homie but we gotta live it gotta follow
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| Give it then I get it, spit it make it proper
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| It’s alright, plus my mic sound nice
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| Flip it, be specific, them yell dice
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| We fly on a gamble, try learn to handle
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| Ways that the days of life fade to candle
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| And flicker, sicker, black when the cut back
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| 'Fore we lose track of where we at… |