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(sev statik) |
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i sung a song of freedom way before the sixties |
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shackled in my chains quickly, search for freedom |
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stick these music notes to the sky for my peoples to see em |
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so they might just lead em from the night to freedom |
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be it said, i made a man from a fool |
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damnation is upon this earth, search for freedom |
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who else is seeing what i'm seeing ain't believing |
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while we're bleeding for the cause of freedom |
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god's laws, i keep em close as much as any human being could |
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you and who? crews left behind should |
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now get in line for the food for thought we're serving |
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for the freedom i hold is worth it all gained |
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change is pain, death stays the same, no growth |
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no hope, all lies, no sunrays, just rain |
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titles are taken as the day gets longer |
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stronger i become in forgiveness for freedom. |
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(manchild) |
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focus on the blurred words, hopeless in the first verse |
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insert bursts of energy and focus on the worst curse |
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it hurts worse, focus until these scribbles become a picture |
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wallpaper my padded cell with explicit content stickers |
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and i figure i noticed my focus slipping out the back door |
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things i wrote made no sense to me like a retail crack store |
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decided to speak less and focus on the track more |
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found my focus , patched the wounds, became each other's solace |
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felt your feelings with my fingertips, fell back from the painfulness |
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found my way to my feet again and pleaded with my label this |
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is twenty-something years in the making, raw forms of innovation |
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forget the commerce. let's focus on creation |
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focus , shoot holes in your perception, you'll hit the target |
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make sure you take your shoes off when you're walking on the carpet |
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from the harlot to the virgin, any soul in time and space where i trod |
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i shake the gates of hell and focus on god. |
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hook: |
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(listener) |
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the fact is; most of the time i rhyme |
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i force fiction into your minds, i feel guilty for awhile |
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because of your susceptible nature |
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but then i smile consciously at it's design, for a fact |
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i do this art like it's my only way to speak |
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paint 35-second murals into your thoughts with the fumes making you weak |
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the fact of the matter is my heart tears four ways for your bleakness |
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fortunately i know that you're just being fecicious |
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but that's not a fact that most can heavily rely on |
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my quest is to factually find the balance between classic and krylon |
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forgetting the bold-faced facts is what you seem free to focus on |
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deepspace5 freaking fictitious crews with our fact fractions |
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fostering truth, raising up your broke minds in traction |
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our faction flattens all lies you want to give us |
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searching out facts to uncover your injustice. |
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bridge: |
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"a," absolutely, "b," because it's dope |
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"c," constantly moving heads and going for broke |
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"d," the definition of def, "e," excel to burn emcees |
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"f," finishing words eternally. |