| Well you can make any day the greatest day*
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| Just visualize peace when you play this
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| I’m not saying my whole life’s a meditative state
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| But I was calm cool collect when I lay this
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| Call me the grouch
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| But I don’t get upset
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| Kick a verse through the speaker, get my guda then jet
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| Back to my fam
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| I live the life of a man
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| Two cars, two dogs, a wife and a plan
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| I told you I was making sense
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| All else will make you crazy like following trends
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| But keeping up with the neighbors won’t save you
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| I’m deep enough to know myself, now that’s major
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| And I’m proud of me
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| No male figure to teach me how to be, oh well
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| Too weak to reach outerly
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| I shoulda known, If all was good at home, I wouldn’t have grown
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| I put it in poem to show 'em a better way
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| Something abstract and clever, not led astray
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| Break bread, make good, await
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| And we takin' this hip-hop back to self-creation
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| Meaning I can say whatever I want
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| And I don’t gotta act a certain way to make a chunk
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| Ain’t a chunk just because it’s not the same as before
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| Temptation lures, but my aim is pure
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| It used to be stress, now it is breath
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| It used to be broke, now it’s invest
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| It used to be faded, and now it’s controlled
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| It used to be underground, now it’s known
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| It used to be young, and now It’s classic
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| It’s still good music, and it still is magic
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| I still am feeling true to myself, my family, my friends, my everyone else
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| And now I’m smarter
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| I put a filter on my water, and I bless my home cus I’m raisin' a daughter
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| Can’t be a porn addict no more, that’s smaller than who I’m supposed to be
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| Hoes, please don’t holler
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| I can hear the call of the wild:
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| Another man down, swallowed by the mob of the crowd
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| But I hold my ground, speak loud, tell 'em:
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| Simple is the new cool, young fool
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| Sober is the new drunk
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| Pregnant’s new skinny
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| How long you gonna fuck the world and ride on enemies?
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| Supply amenities, I use em
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| I don’t rely on crutches though, plus it’s oozin' out the pores of my skin
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| Pure truth, and when combined with the beat, you feel the music
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| Literally healing movement
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| Watch the expressions change from blank to student
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| And all the people say «don't stop doin' it»
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| So I won’t be one to badly influence them again
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| Just feel my soul is ink from the pen
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| I think, fill a hole for every now and then
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| It used to be stress, now it is breath
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| It used to be broke, now it’s invest
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| It used to be faded, and now it’s controlled
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| It used to be underground, now it’s known
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| It used to be young, and now It’s classic
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| It’s still good music, and it still is magic
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| I still am feeling true to myself, my family, my friends, my everyone else |