Artist: Scarface
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Typed by: [email protected]
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[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
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Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control
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Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know
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Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost?
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How come the dead can't talk?
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Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side
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And though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry
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Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
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Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
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They tell me there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it
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They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it
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And though I appreciate bein alive
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Sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die
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Come back and tell my story to the ones who really know me
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Converse with the angels and elders that went before me
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And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know
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If there's life after death, and if so, where we go
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I often find myself involved in deep thought
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I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought
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And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate
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But before I put my trust in a man I'll just wait
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Or better yet, I take the journey for myself
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Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death
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So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
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( *gunshot* ) suicide
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Just as I thought, a bright light
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Greeted by friends and family, so life-like
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Black and in between screams and then peace
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Lookin in the eyes of the grieved and deceased
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Father pleace, send me back, I don't wanna die
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I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie
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And during all the mayhem somehow I remained calm
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And I woke up singing this song
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[ CHORUS ]
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I been a pawn and I been a king
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And I been down since the beckoning
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I try to look beyond the sight of sound
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And the lights come from the underground
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Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound
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And through my quest for the answers, know what I found?
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I found that regardless to what people say
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The shooters gotta do it day for day
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So make your peace
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[ VERSE 2: Scarface ]
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Open your books to the first chapter, verse four, page eight
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And link to my thoughts as my intents are to initiate
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And enter the minds of the ones who are blind
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And shed light to all the mankind written in rhyme
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I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet
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Cause everyday it's niggas lyin dead in the street
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We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days
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Fuck what they say, cause ain't no comin back from the grave
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So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out
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Then you'll understand what I'm talkin about
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I had a dream and seen a double sun, a different world was in the makin
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The ruler of this new world was Satan
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The sky turned blood-red, the silent trumpet started playin
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Then I woke up, my imagination
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Runnin wild but then again the coming of Christ
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Could be the moment of any minute, now or tonight
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So make your peace, cause 666 is the mark of the beast
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It's dark in these streets
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And some might see it hard to believe but God is in me
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And yea, though I walk through the valley of the wickedness
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I know I'm protected cause I'm convicted
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Anybody believin in the Big Bang Theory
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And thinkin that thyself is the God, you need to hear me
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How do you explain
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The skies, the moon, the stars and the rain
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The sun and the sea
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The Earth without form facing the deep
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Darkness and challengin the powers that be
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It's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds
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Didn't make up the trees, so why we turn our backs on the truth?
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This heaven and hell part we seem to hide from the youth
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I'm tellin what few tongues of the evil will despise
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My intention's to revitalize, still I revive
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And I've read the Books, and I heard the lessons
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And I'm on my knees steady stressin
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You make your peace
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[ CHORUS ]
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Make Your Peace
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Scarface |