| Oh, I need something to believe in
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| Am I Living this life without a reason?
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| Okay, welcome to my crib where I stay
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| It’s only a place where I lay
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| Where the girl is sabotaged and turned bad
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| That’s wale
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| But its cool, I’m a operate it smooth
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| Look shawty, keep it funky
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| I’m a put my stank on it, Andre
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| Before the saints can hit the lou
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| They have to get to halle
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| And the road to glory’s still before his chosen
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| Who would partake
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| The chosen ones, that is who we are
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| Lets party
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| Again, and again and again
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| Try walking thru my world
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| Where the neighbors look over their wooden fences
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| Closer than most, no matter how close their still distant
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| People searching for sin
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| Look ahead «in their vision for cert»
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| They’ll feel the pain if you looking for ammunition
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| There’s only one way and I locked the doors and the basement
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| The keys kept me safe when they tried to steal all of my bases
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| Well, you’re never taking nothing from under me face it
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| This home is not finna' grub on my labor
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| Nothing to play with
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| Got a couple of rooms and some of em seem vacant
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| Some of 'em down stairs are locked, a couple are sacred
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| The Hallways are long an narrow like always
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| You’re either coming or going like Paul in Paul’s days
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| Some of them stair cases are rigid and played old
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| Lead to rooms that’s dark and forgotten left cold
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| Listen up theirs a couple of boxes you can’t fold
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| There’s a couple of boxes so weighty You can’t hold
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| I’m talking about my life that’s full of rooms and closets
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| Things in it will make you smile but stay cautious
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| Cause not every room got windows in it I promise
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| You look inside and be surprised you might vomit
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| Look, its not all bad Its some good in me
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| Welcome to a home that’s full yet it feels empty
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| But ya’ll don’t get me, so lets spit it clear
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| Come hang with me, I’m chilling by the chandelier
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| Just give me something to believe in
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| Am I just living this life without a reason?
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| We live in a sad sad land that won’t take a stand
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| It’s a game we’re playing, a mad mad haven
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| This mad haven is so crazy with two faces
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| The double door of passages it has two blazes
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| But one it seems obscene but indeed it leads to greatness
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| The other-siders hate this, to them it seems tasteless
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| Taste Him, try paps, knowing that God is good
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| The Lord and King reigns all, Satan wish that he could
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| But God is here well, and this is where his sheep dwell
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| There’s an angel who destroys but ye ain’t know him well
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| Cause they don’t he fell, he degraded he failed
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| The story tellers are lying while people lighten him well
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| The people here are like crack heads
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| They love dying slowly, they either laying down or act dead
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| No one in the world is a mad haven, cool places
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| Its supposed to be a safe for a mans restoration
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| A mans refuge, a city or a place sacred, but its crazy how some will see it
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| They see it tainted
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| My world is crazy, to those on the outside
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| And the outside looks crazy on the inside
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| Jesus ain’t accepted when out there
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| They either never heard of him or probably worse they heard
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| And do not care
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| And that’s crazy, I swear to God it is, why lose your soul instead give it to
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| honor him here
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| We got the models here but they were made to model him here
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| This is a city where all men can follow him here
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| Just give me something to believe in
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| Am I just living this life without a reason?
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| We live in a sad sad land that won’t take a stand
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| It’s a game we’re playing, a mad mad haven |