| Systems of pressure
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| Blessing my freshest lighthearted breathe
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| Deep inside we weave, mental styles deceive
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| Try to listen believe, enter my heart my art I spark
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| Black markers written on walls, I’m standing so tall
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| We ball — sometimes we fall
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| Gotta get up, don’t trip, Apostle Paul
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| Speaking my gospel, do it like this, but life it feels hostile
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| I — search the skies, I’m doing it everday
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| This is how I shall rise
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| One more thing…
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| Brain cells react, everytime that I’m putting on impact
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| Contact, method explode, let me explain with my raps
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| Written in blood, living in water, do everything like the daughter
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| Of Earth — birth, place, turf, sometimes it seems I’m not worth
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| Anything that I would be, I sing my song so I can be free
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| Just watch me, clock me
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| Liberation is all that I know, my flow
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| I got one more thing to say…
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| But I don’t know how…
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| Don’t know how… |