| I’ve been searching for a reason to live
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| And I don’t wanna take, I want a reason to give
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| There’s something deep inside of me that eats at my ribs
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| I wonder if I’ll live to see me and my kids
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| ‘cause the world’s in trouble, and it’s about to get a little worse
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| It all started when I jotted down my little verse
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| And that evolved into notebooks and notebooks of me
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| Trying to relate to the people that will feel my hurt
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| When I look into my soul I see the eyes of y’all
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| When you look into my soul, you see the eyes of God
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| So join me on this problem as I try to solve
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| And grow with me as you witness all I evolve
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| I’m living under the sun, and even when I’m rich I’ll be at one with the slums
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| The greatest never rush, they just run with the drums
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| And live their life to the fullest, man, it’s done when it’s done
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| People shouldn’t speak of what they don’t know
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| ‘cause everyone’s got something they don’t show
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| And I’ll be searching for a reason
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| A reason to live, a reason to breathe
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| ‘cause people shouldn’t speak of what they don’t know
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| ‘cause everyone’s got something they don’t show
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| And I’ll be searching for a reason
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| A reason to live, a reason to breathe
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| Playing on the wet ground, wrapped up in a death shroud
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| It’s gone, broken, I’m scared to let the breath out
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| Nasty pieces unsung, what is it I run from?
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| I check home to change clothes and bury loved ones
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| Text message saying «please call home»
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| Scared to pick up the phone, I’m afraid someone else is gone
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| I travel around the globe, they treat me like I’m holy
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| Not knowing I can’t save the folks closest to me
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| I cheat ‘em, I fent ‘em, I leave ‘em, I disappoint
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| I should be there for them, the road turns cold
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| Suicide runs through the new man side of my family
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| Pops master’s right, I knew it was not an accident
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| Young widow, two little guys he left behind
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| Same ages as mine, he was married four times
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| My parents in the ground, I’m the leader of my family
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| They’re all looking at me, but I don’t have the answers
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| I’m just knowing that I’m supposed to gain some understanding
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| Hollering to God to try to figure what the plan is
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| Long as I’m breathing like these, ‘til I cease and desist
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| Me and my kids got a reason to live
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| I’m just looking for a reason to wake
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| ‘cause every morning someone’s got a reason to flake
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| I’m driving off this cliff at a hundred miles an hour
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| And my only fear is I don’t have a reason to brake
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| I’m getting lonely, Lord. |
| This world is phoney Lord
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| And fuck a sony lord, i want my own accord
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| These niggers talking bout their bentleys
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| While they’re quoting Forbes
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| Almost like they forgot about niggers that still owning Fords
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| I keep a shooting to death, I can never be shallow, I’m perusing the depth
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| I’m using my music to improve on what’s left
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| It’s sort of like I’m moving mountains when I’m moving a cliff
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| I sing to find peace in the notes
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| Who knew the world would find a bit of peace with my quotes?
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| I’ve seen success before, it’s like I’m meeting a ghost
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| But what’s confusing is I guess I never seen it this close |