[Jim Valvano speech at the 1993 ESPY Awards:]
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Time, time is very precious to me. I don't know how much I have left and I have some things I would like to say.
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Hopefully at the end I'll have something that will be important to other people too.
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[Geologic:]
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Stand up, sit down, stand up again
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Morse Code sent to God, are you listening?
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He must have been too busy fixing other shit
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No call, no response shows the opposite
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We confess to the man who was faceless
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I still do the same but to thousands of strangers
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Went through some changes, some said I'm faithless
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'Cause I replaced the altar with a basement
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I often fought the explanation of where people go when their bodies let go of the soul
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Does it just turn cold?
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Or do we get judged and told where to go?
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And if so, how the fuck would you know if nobody came back and said I'm telling you, bro?
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I could never get past the shit that was spit out the pastor's lips
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And the rapper's started making more sense
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I guess that's the reason that some people cringe when they kids get a hold of my shit
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If the grip of a God is insistent on not questioning if he truly exists
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No wonder that I got caught up in the music it filled my spirit to the brim, amen
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Motha fucker
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[Macklemore:]
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This is my offering card
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The only thing I have to offer is bars
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The only time I felt like I was talking to God
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Was in my Walkman walking with Nas
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Alright see I be going to Sunday school every week
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In the back trying to read, but see that something was off
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Maybe it was 'cause I was trying to huddle in the yard
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Preacher didn't connect when he would mumble the Psalms
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I was in my head and I was bustin' with Pac
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Takin' off my wifebeater and getting drunk in the park
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After that part, I found God, it wasn't Jesus
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Some psilocybin and the ink released him
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I began to hold communion every time my music came out the speakers I used it
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And it fuled my movement I believed in, voice of reason, just me and my Adidas
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And I could achieve it, I put my hand over my heart, pledge allegiance
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I solemnly swear by the faith that raised my since Kool Herc dropped the needle
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The South Bronx, that's hip-hop's Egypt
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The word of our God is manipulated and twisted by the same system
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That is infiltrated and falsely interpreted Jesus
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One life, one love, one God, It's us, treated your neighbor how you would want to be treated
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The universal laws of God, don't look too far it's right here, us human beings
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The spirits right here and I don't have to see it
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Now every time I want to connect with God I put my headphones on
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Then I nod, grab my pen, my pad, let it seep in, in
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And that's my process
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And God's always watching
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Got God in my Walkman
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Go ahead and top that
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Church
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Macklemore |