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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? |
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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 |
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I can picture the other side |
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Though my heart shed tears outside |
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I couldn't cry |
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Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired |
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Remember, |
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I finally accounted before he expired |
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They tell me there's a peaceful place, |
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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 |
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I appreciate bein' alive |
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Sometimes |
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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 |
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I put my trust in a man, |
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I'll just wait |
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Or better yet, |
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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 12 o'clock jump on eve of 11-9 |
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Suicide!Just as |
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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 please, send me back, |
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I don't wanna die |
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I'm not as strong as |
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I was and |
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I can't lie |
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During all the mayhem somehow |
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I remained calm |
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And I woke up singing this song |
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I been a pawn and |
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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 |
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I found myself somewhat astound |
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And through my quest for the answers, know what |
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I found?I found that regardless to what people say |
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The shooters gotta do it day for day, so make your peace |
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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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**** 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 |
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I'm talkin' about |
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I had a dream and seen a double sun |
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A different world was in the makin' |
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The ruler of this new world was |
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SatanThe 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 |
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ChristCould 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 |
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God is in me |
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Yeah, though |
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I walk through the valley of the wickedness |
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I know I'm protected 'cause |
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I'm convicted |
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Anybody believin' in the |
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Big Bang Theory |
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And thinkin' that thyself is the |
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God, you need to hear me |
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How do you explain the skies, the moon, the stars and the rain |
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The sun and the sea the |
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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 |
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I reviveAnd |
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I've read the books, and |
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I heard the lessons |
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And I'm on my knees steady stressin', you make your peace |
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I been a pawn and |
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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 |
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I found myself somewhat astound |
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And through my quest for the answers, know what |
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I found?I found that regardless to what people say |
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The shooters gotta do it day for day, so make your peace |
