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Things just aint like they used to be |
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things sure aint like they used to be |
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[verse 1: Deacon] |
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Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he |
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'Cause his granddaughters diffrent than she suppose to be |
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Diluted her genes, its stopped the music it seemed |
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That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean |
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Said he could almost no longer stand the breath |
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From this pure horror, more worse than Amittyville |
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So what's next? Don't answer me yield. (yup) |
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This is a normal occurance, not something randomly real |
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Ain't even allowed visits ove a child's pigment |
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His in-crowd ignant, a situation "wow!" isn't it? |
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Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support |
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His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort |
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For short stays, ya know? but more aid was needed |
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Baby is like a year and a half now and speaking |
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More than I can say about that man with his child |
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They can't even come face to face and share smiles |
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Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant |
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Like she spawned a ****ing anti-christ or a satan infant |
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Blatent mentions about family blood won't leave |
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Love's her deeply, but evil sends it's opposite feed |
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"old fashioned" |
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Too ever set in his ways to ever relate |
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If he could just set it aside, there'd be heaven to pay |
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Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave |
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Love conquers all? shit. I'd say that areas grey |
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[Hook] |
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Old fashioned people they never know why (2X) |
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Old fashioned |
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[Bridge: Deacon] |
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Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man |
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Never taking a second to look at life |
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Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg |
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In the dark, walls blocking all that light |
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Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man |
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Never taking a second to look at life |
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Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg |
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In the dark |
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[Verse 2: Immortal Technique] |
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Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regret |
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Stuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forget |
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Niggaz talk all religious trying to barter with death |
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Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect |
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And even though nobodies life is ever perfect |
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You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth it |
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Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given |
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Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison |
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People who pimp children are really raping religion |
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The matrix is fiction placed in a vision |
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But now the technology follows me solemnly |
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Building the future laws to my philosophy |
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Alzheimers cutting through like a lobotomy |
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Not even the golden arthritis of king Midas |
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Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous |
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I survived disease and political crisis |
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By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless |
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And now i live vicariously through my kids |
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Like people who love the sport, but can't play for shit |
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Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit |
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I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet |
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Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished |
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But just before I vanish as I think I'm right at the end |
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The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again |
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Yeah nigga remember way back when |
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[Hook] |
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World is changing day to day moves so fast and leave them in out of time |
