| What I’ve felt what I’ve known
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| Never shined through in what I’ve shown
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| Never be, never see
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| Won’t see what might have been
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| What I’ve felt what I’ve known
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| Never shined through in what I’ve shown
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| Never free never me
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| So I dub thee un4given
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| Let’s talk about the struggle, let’s talk about the pain
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| Some people say they love you, but that don’t mean a thang
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| Some folks is so naive, not me, I go insane
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| Some people dap you, they hug you, they do it all in vain
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| That’s my depression talking, maybe it’s really real
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| Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I’m really ill
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| See I can’t really chill without feeling the guilt of me
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| Stealing these pills, is anybody feeling me still? |
| (Shit)
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| Except for the hood, nobody told me, I ever could, instead I pushed
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| Back when they told me I never would, looking at me, like I was just a crook
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| I express the hood and what I see on the daily
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| My scenery daily task force B&E's daily
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| A task y’all, being me daily they want to put, 3 in me nail me
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| This is stuff you only read in The Daily
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| Had product, but ain’t supply it then, high off more than weed
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| So the product just got me higher then, product of my environment
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| Look at where they put me, and look where they telling me I gotta be
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| Stop and see, the robberies, the poverty naw fam, its not for me
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| It’s got to be, an opt at least without dudes getting chased by police
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| So they gave us film, sports, and the gift to make a hot CD
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| Back to the wall, against the ropes nothings believable, feasible
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| They don’t believe in you, you’ve been verbally beaten to
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| A pulp, so the result to you think nothing is reachable
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| Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true yeah haters, even you
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| Now take your hands, and wave 'em high, they told me I can’t, but I said, «Why?!
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| Like, fuck it, I’ll try not fuck it and die
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| See, this is real emotion we deal wit' often, and don’t reveal it
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| Often we stuff it inside, but I’m like, «Fuck it, let’s ride»
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| I do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel
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| They do what they do, in hopes of what they do may appeal
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| They got a image and persona that they gotta fill
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| That they better do, for revenue, so labels will be thrilled
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| Kind-of-feel like a wanted man
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| I can’t talk to folk 'cause when I ask 'em to trust me, all they wanna do is
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| judge me, I’m feeling like they don’t understand
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| I’m feeling like ain’t too many people friendly
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| I feel like ain’t too many people are what they pretend to be 'cause I’m in
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| that zone, I feel alone like everybody is against me
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| Just feel like I’m worst enemy, and naw, its not a cry for no sympathy
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| I’m just thinking out loud to a crowd, I’m just trying to figure out some remedy
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| Almost like every lesson, it’s like every jewel, every tool that’s ever been
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| lent to me
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| But the moment is gone, I’m like a new born I feel like a man with no memory
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| Slow it down for a second, make sure I’m not losing you
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| Or confusing you
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| I’m delusional, if you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do
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| Through and through, I’m hoping these signs ain’t vital
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| Or none of these rhymes inside the recital
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| Why do it mean, I’m suicidal? |
| I ain’t that Houston dude
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| But I’m a maniac
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| Don’t get over, drunk or sober, this the same way I’d act
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| And I’m striving to pull together, but at least until these voices inside of me
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| Go forever, be alarmed I’m liable to do whatever |