| Feel my struggle, feel my pain
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| Feel my plea — this is me
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
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| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
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| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
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| Worth its weight in gold
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| Penetrate the infrastructure of friend berated, who waited, evaded 'fore life
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| was confiscated
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| What made it complicated was, often times, the light reflecting me was dim and
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| faded
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| Ooh yeah, and still I made it
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| Oh boy, mama’s pearling almond joy
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| Dodging every blow of Satan’s plot employ
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| A hero, saving lives that you see before you
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| Fighting that which may destroy you, writing your redemption for you
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| So, here I go; |
| I brought my frame: the loyal
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| Future at four, five — I let you tell your kids about who came before you
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| And, if a moment such as this is true, and this desire change your frame of
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| mind, embrace and pray it touches you
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
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| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
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| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
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| Yo, I never thought I would of got to the point of tired of rocking these joints
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| 'Cause my knees bleed like arteries, clotting my want and ambitions
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| 'Cause my position in this industry steadily, it seems to be, grudgingly
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| keeping me in opposition of opportunities of reaching the unreachable,
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| teaching the un-teachable, speaking the unspeakable
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| The realness in life, in the image that of Christ and the way I choose to write
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| it in my diary — the irony is tiring
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| Discussing depression, there’s so many lessons I’ve learned, and my concern is
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| for those who connect with it but never get the chance to get it,
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| (so I go everywhere I know)
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| There’s pain and there’s suffering
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| The game got me hustling for change, and it’s strange
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| The same issues never get answers or solutions
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| It’s time for revolution in this music, so I choose to keep on spitting this
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| medicine
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
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| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
|
| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
|
| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
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| So many years I suffered pain
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| I value most were deemed worthless
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| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
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| I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous
|
| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
|
| lame and fed up with fame
|
| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
|
| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
|
| So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became:
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| lame and fed up with fame
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| The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
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| And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose |