[Chorus: Bicasso]
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It's a kid on the corner of his block
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And there's a genius in his room with a deep thought
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It's a grower in the hills with a crop
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But if they all come together what they got?
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A little power unified to make a knot
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Well of course
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And if a plan to expand is endorsed for some more
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Lend a hand, pay attention and explore
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We all in this people we all in this...
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[The Grouch]
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Well I don't know where you've been
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But if you got here I'll let you in
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Welcome you with open arms, now let's begin
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Set the scene, serious as fuck minus the mean
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Build up your esteem and get to growing
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I'm showing fools a place where they can come
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And release the dumb deeds they've done
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Cause ever since I was young I've been shown I wasn't alone
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I roamed with my unhoned skill
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And anyone who talked down on me
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I knew they didn't know the deal
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My belief was way larger than life
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Taking charge with the might in my mind
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And recognizing that in other mankind
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I knew I was on the right path, see
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Combating a fight, wrath raging for way too long
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And you might say you're strong, proud, loud and so on
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Steadily doing damage every time you get your flow on
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I build in Oakland, Chicago and everywhere else I go
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There are people who know exactly what I mean
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More than a scene, great minds think alike
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So when you find hate it ain't tight
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Decipher the paint right
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Get your sights set on what's important
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Stop distorting the big picture
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When will it hit ya?
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[Chorus]
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[JC]
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A rich man in poor man's body
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That's what I was growin' up, hustlin' for the buck
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Mentally torn between just to be or not to be
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It gotta be it betta, be betta days ahead of me
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Cheddar cheese, luxuries, were never gave to me
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Instead I shift from home to home, feelin' lone was I prone
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From the destiny in which I lay to wallow
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To live for today and give a fuck about tomorrow
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The sorrow and hatred is my only perception
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Because all my memories are filled with lies and deception
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The stressin', deprived of a childhood and adolescence
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Learn my lesson, now it's all good
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I never thought I'd see the streets of so many hoods
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My heart done broke so many times, boy it's harder than wood
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It's been a long road, but you know the game unfolds
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I listen to the stories told by the cats of old
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Tryin' to tell me I don't know about strugglin'
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Like in the slave days, but ain't shit changed
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Instead we ain't wearin' chains, huh
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I feel the same pain but it's escalated
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Niggas feel free, but still ain't emancipated
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So getting' faded is what's left off the green leaf
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Hindering the mind, but when I'm high I feel fine
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Been in the wrong place at the wrong time
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All the time
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Tryin' to journey into the light
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But the dark ain't far behind
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I'm at a color disadvantage but I manage
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To make it work for me by the use of my talents
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And use common sense to gain dollars and cents
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And ain't ashamed of what I do
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Until the day I repent
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[Chorus]
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[PSC]
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I stay humble through the many of fumbles I found trouble
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And trouble it doubles in cities amongst the rubble
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I learned from my mistakes to miss another
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Resembling ignorance, isn't it all in the struggle?
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Got you wondering, why?
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You wanna bubble so you hustle
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Building the muscle that's not needed
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So the other one you ignore it
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And feed it more fantasy and you store it, the bubble
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(Your circumference of comfort)
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"Ghetto fabulous" important in society
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A circle of clubbing and girl fucking amounts to really nothing
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While we fronting for the public
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We shove it down the throats of our kids and watch em love it
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And got the nerve to wonder why shit's fucked up
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The government lucked up, by giving fools the right to bear arms
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Cause we shoot each other down after last call...
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What the fuck y'all???
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[Chorus]
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Common Ground (featuring JC)
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Living Legends |