| No worries
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| Easy
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| (What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (I see you troopin through the streets tryin to dodge the rain)
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| But I’m heatly, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (Momentum is gained, it intensifies the pain)
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (As long as you get to break those chains)
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| Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| How does it feel to be truly understood? |
| Well, good
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| It’s nice to know you’re doin all you should
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| Bein all that you can be despite your circumstances
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| Just buckle up and take the world head on and make advances
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| But don’t take chances, we both know the world is scandalous
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| The criminals are everywhere from the south of France to Kansas
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| He dances with wolves, he hypnotizes snakes
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| And him, he wrestles alligators in the lake
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| I’ll do all I can but I’m just one man
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| With the microphone in hand
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| And you know what happens after that
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| Sometimes I flow with it, sometimes I go against the grain
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| But I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (It's war on the streets, I can see the bloodstains)
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (I heard somebody likes to mention your name)
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| Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (They wet behind the ears and got water on the brain)
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| Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| The tenacity for my capacity is beyond my control
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| For it is the truth that i must uphold
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| Intake and download and told from the soul
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| Wherever I go the truth goes and it grows
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| When evil rears its ugly head it shows
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| Way beyond your hairstyles and your clothes
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| Mark my word, God’s temper won’t be disturbed
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| The good is much more preferred and deserved
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| I overheard a jaybird singin the words
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| To the greatest song written, the fruit is forbidden
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| I’m only one man and I’ll do all I can
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| With the microphone in hand
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| And you know what happens after that
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| (What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (See you troopin through the streets tryin to dodge the rain)
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| But I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (Momentum is gained it, intensifies the pain)
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (As long as you get to break those chains)
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| Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (What you gon' do?
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| Where you gon' run?
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| And who you gon' run to?) (*4X*)
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| I’m nearly fit as a fiddle
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| Except for a little
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| Limp in my walk and my talk
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| The hemp from the stalk
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| Is the only medicine for my rheumatism
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| It helps open up the doors to my mental prism
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| Racism, industrialism
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| Capitalism, uncivilized socialism
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| Computerized, televised, contrived
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| Microorganism, microchip, microincision
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| Good machines, bad machines
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| Factory rejects and recalls, incorporation schemes
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| I’m only one man and I’ll do all I can
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| With the microphone in hand
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| And you know what happens after that
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| (What's up Ace One?) Aw, same old same
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (It's war on the streets, I can see the bloodstains)
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| Well, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (I heard somebody likes to mention your name)
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| Well, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain
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| (They wet behind the ears and got water on the brain)
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| I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |