| Follow me, living is beautiful
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| It goes like this, living is beautiful.
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| At seven o’clock I make my way
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| Out the door to see what is in store for the day
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| Without the slightest idea of what I might encounter
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| Through the rays of the morning sun I found a flower
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| Blooming and consuming light
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| But it didn’t stutter my step, I kept fluttering
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| Right over left or, is it left over right
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| With decision on my side and beauty in my sight
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| And my duty is to exercise, spread my wings
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| Let the stress subside but my breath just seems
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| To be taken away as I’m making my way
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| Up the pavement intent on making my day
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| And hey, the pleasure I receive’s beyond measure
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| Because I believe I can control the weather
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| And I choose the sunshine, even though sometimes it rains
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| My head never hangs in the confines of solitude
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| I do what I gotta do to maintain my attitude of gratitude
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| For even breathing, what do you believe in?
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| How long you’ve been self-deceiving
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| That you’re helpless, and life is so dark and dismal
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| A thought that I don’t resemble and I won’t fall into
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| With all the fine-ass women I see, all the smiles
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| All the while I’m living I see life is beautiful
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| Living is beautiful
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| What, what? | 
| It’s beautiful
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| (repeat throughout hook)
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| Be as I be, see what I see
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| Paradise is life and living is surviving
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| Be as I be and you can see as I see
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| Now, the jewel of existence, you’ll love it, listen
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| Everybody shines, man, everybody glistens
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| From the projects to the suburbs, struggling or bubbling
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| We juggling duties for the beauty that is above
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| Words' descriptions, makes me want to have a conniption
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| For the joy of living on this bitch and I don’t stop drifting
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| As the change just don’t stop shifting, lifting
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| The chains off my mind’s prison that’s trapped
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| In my brain’s cells adapting to sustain health
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| I’m feelin Master P because there’s no limit
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| To the shit that you can do when you put your soul in it
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| Take control in it, life is quite delightful
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| Grab a hold and then it will unfold the riddle
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| And break the mold, we don’t really need em
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| But what you gotta give me is my weed and my freedom
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| I come and go as I will, say what I feel
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| I’m involved with nature and, nah, I don’t hate ya
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| I balance my talents with my self-awareness
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| And share this with you cause it’s true
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| I don’t care if you don’t believe
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| I don’t care what it did to them, it’s been good to me
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| And even bad but it’s something that I had to go through
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| To get to this mic I flow through to show you
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| What I can do with my vocals, it’s beautiful |