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No worries |
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Easy |
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(What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(I see you troopin through the streets tryin to dodge the rain) |
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But I'm heatly, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(Momentum is gained, it intensifies the pain) |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(As long as you get to break those chains) |
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Yeah, I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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How does it feel to be truly understood? Well, good |
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It's nice to know you're doin all you should |
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Bein all that you can be despite your circumstances |
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Just buckle up and take the world head on and make advances |
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But don't take chances, we both know the world is scandalous |
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The criminals are everywhere from the south of France to Kansas |
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He dances with wolves, he hypnotizes snakes |
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And him, he wrestles alligators in the lake |
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I'll do all I can but I'm just one man |
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With the microphone in hand |
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And you know what happens after that |
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Sometimes I flow with it, sometimes I go against the grain |
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But I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(It's war on the streets, I can see the bloodstains) |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(I heard somebody likes to mention your name) |
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Yeah, I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(They wet behind the ears and got water on the brain) |
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Yeah, I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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The tenacity for my capacity is beyond my control |
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For it is the truth that i must uphold |
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Intake and download and told from the soul |
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Wherever I go the truth goes and it grows |
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When evil rears its ugly head it shows |
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Way beyond your hairstyles and your clothes |
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Mark my word, God's temper won't be disturbed |
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The good is much more preferred and deserved |
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I overheard a jaybird singin the words |
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To the greatest song written, the fruit is forbidden |
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I'm only one man and I'll do all I can |
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With the microphone in hand |
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And you know what happens after that |
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(What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(See you troopin through the streets tryin to dodge the rain) |
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But I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(Momentum is gained it, intensifies the pain) |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(As long as you get to break those chains) |
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Yeah, I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(What you gon' do? |
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Where you gon' run? |
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And who you gon' run to?) |
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I'm nearly fit as a fiddle |
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Except for a little |
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Limp in my walk and my talk |
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The hemp from the stalk |
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Is the only medicine for my rheumatism |
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It helps open up the doors to my mental prism |
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Racism, industrialism |
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Capitalism, uncivilized socialism |
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Computerized, televised, contrived |
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Microorganism, microchip, microincision |
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Good machines, bad machines |
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Factory rejects and recalls, incorporation schemes |
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I'm only one man and I'll do all I can |
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With the microphone in hand |
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And you know what happens after that |
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(What's up Ace One?) Aw, same old same |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(It's war on the streets, I can see the bloodstains) |
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Well, I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(I heard somebody likes to mention your name) |
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Well, I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
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(They wet behind the ears and got water on the brain) |
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I'm healthy, I'm alive, I can't complain |
