It’s been two years man ... of of of waiting man
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From my supporters and my fans man I know y'all been waitin
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now it’s finally here and thank you for your patience
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the world’s gone crazy since we last spoke
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bloodshed and war the absence of hope
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shootin at the school economy's a joke
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Homies on heroin homies on coke
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but can you even blame them when they only tryin to cope ?
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All these rappers want to talk about is guns and dope
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don’t they realize we all at the end of our rope
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the future all depends on the power of our quotes
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the power of a pen the power of a vote
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the power of your words the power of your voice
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the power of America is the freedom of choice
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we choose to do nothing we're losing we're suffering
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Can it be that its time to do something
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its not socialism its not Communism
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its lovin each other realize there’s no difference
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its positive movement gradual improvement
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when no one else does believe you can do it
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My heart is a speaker I bleep this music
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the beats in my blood I must transfuse it
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if it wasn’t for this then I just might lose it damn
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My goddaughters, Nadia Simone, Diana knowin that our father never comin home
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claimed by the streets, victim of the warzone
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tears in my eyes as I’m writin this song
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mommy workin 2 jobs tryin to do it on her own
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no matter where I go or how far I roam know that I love you
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and you’ll never be alone
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damn y’all so grown
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And a wise man old me man like life
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is like a table full of like glasses of water
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and your job is to keep them all full
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you know what I'm sayin
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so everyone’s happy but at the same time
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you got to keep your pitcher full of water
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so you can fill everybody else up
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and it’s like damn
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From the independent hip hop scene
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now they talkin like I’m not a hip hop fiend
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needle in my arm cant they see I’m ODing
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(you’ve never take the strike from this triple ogin)
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I blaze trails, created festivals
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lost 50 g's on paid dues is that acceptable?
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what I’m not down for the cause
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hold on mike I’ma need a few bars
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I could’ve done like Nas and screamed hip hop is dead
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I got up on my ass and I did somethin instead
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signed with the devil brought the scene up a level
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killed the beast from within I’m a born again rebel
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tryin to save the youth from the way of the gun
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and if I only save one then my job is done
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so you can say what you will
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but you should judge me (none)
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From my god from my faith as I move place to place
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times I thought if I could just die i'd be great
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drop on the spot man I didn’t even care
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I stopped talkin to you I stopped sayin prayers
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numb from the liquor and the anti-depressants
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pressure from the label studio stressin
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almost lost my passion to pursue this profession
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From myself from my soul when I’m out on the road
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I give so much shout to these kids I don’t know
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I thought I lost you with no one to talk to
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but you’re the one that opened up these doors that I walk through
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I can’t fault you only forgive you
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I’m the only one that seen the pain you have been through
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the drama the struggle that built all your issues
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The drama the struggle that built all these issues
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It’s all just to make sure that they never forget you
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Can it be (Half a Million Dollars and 18 Months Later)
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