| This ain’t for the weak-hearted, go on and suck up the pain
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| All things to gain, we’re gonna reach farthest
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| It ain’t for the weak-hearted, I’m 'bout to lock in my aim
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| No need to explain, we ride the beat hardest
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| Attention span low, I paint a Van Gogh, though
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| Grew into man slow, with help from Han Solo’s
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| I’m the Skywalker, I talk the way I want to be
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| But sometimes how I am and that don’t always agree
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| I been down hallways and streets, corridors with alley cats
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| Nueve York to Cali, that’s a lot of land to frolic in
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| I done some groveling, some disappointing squandering
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| Took what they was offerin', fools thought it was all for them
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| Let’s all pretend, until you can’t scratch the itch
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| When everything they say is should have, most can’t probably get
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| So you hope more, you smoke more, you go broke more
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| Tempted to do what they do, what would you weaken your scope for
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| Ain’t speakin' a folklore, just lore’s, folks
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| They put you in then rue you, then you ain’t as pure, nope
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| The strangest part about it is, the stronger you are
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| The better that you’re gonna feel, it shouldn’t be hard, but it is
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| This ain’t for the weak-hearted, go on and suck up the pain
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| All things to gain, we’re gonna reach farthest
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| It ain’t for the weak-hearted, I’m 'bout to lock in my aim
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| No need to explain, we ride the beat hardest
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| It’s like a fable how I walk, and stand stable’s a myth
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| Born off in the sauna lyres like a curse and a gift
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| They say I’m scales, the truth is I’m strong and I’m frail
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| Standin' in the line of fire, gettin' wet from the hail
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| My philosophic bed keep me semi-confident
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| While I’m residin' inside the United States, it be apocalypse
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| Gotta get better than this, inside I’m strugglin'
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| The wind, it speaks spiritual tones, stock prices tumblin'
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| Hungerin' for somethin' much mo' out of this life
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| And I’m sho', inside my heart, I’ll probably find a trap do'
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| I know we holy, but I’m only human, homie, feelin' lonely
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| Sometimes, sit at home with my rhymes, hope they console me
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| Hold me close the way a chorus zone be
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| I hear it moanin', I’m roamin' the planet spittin' my poems to the dome
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| And on and on until the breaker take me up to the Lord
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| And I’m walkin' the path until I’m soarin'
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| This ain’t for the weak-hearted, go on and suck up the pain
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| All things to gain, we’re gonna reach farthest
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| It ain’t for the weak-hearted, I’m 'bout to lock in my aim
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| No need to explain, we ride the beat hardest
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| This ain’t for the weak-hearted, go on and suck up the pain
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| All things to gain, we’re gonna reach farthest
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| It ain’t for the weak-hearted, I’m 'bout to lock in my aim
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| No need to explain, we ride the beat hardest |