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[Verse 1] |
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They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible |
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Like I was born with a hole in my heart as an obstacle, |
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or left to die by the doctors, in the childrens hospital |
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But I never lose hope, success is psychological |
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The world is volatile and the street is my education |
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Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason |
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While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion |
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So I'm focused on my economic situation |
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I'm Like the little kids on T.V. that dig through the trash |
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I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh |
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A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math |
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'cuz their mind is narrower than the righteous path |
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It's funny how 'on the block' niggaz will kill you for cash |
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But never raise their gun and cry out "Freedom at last." |
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The cold war is over, but the world is still gettin colder |
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Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders |
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I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers |
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But then a general, would decide when their life would be over |
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So I work hard until my personality split |
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Like the Black Panthers, into the Bloodz and the Cripz |
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They said I'd never be shit, but now I sit and reminisce |
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Like Yeshua, Ben Yousef flippin through Genesis |
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Ignorance is venomous, and it murders the soul |
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SPREADING LIKE A VIRUS RUNNING RAMPANT, OUT OF CONTROL |
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[Hook] |
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So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle |
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Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle |
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From the hoodrats to rich kids lost in a bubble |
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Spray paint it on the streets and in the subway tunnels |
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Write it down and remember, that we never gave in |
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The mind of a child is where the revolution begins |
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So if the solution has never been to look in yourself, |
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How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else? |
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[Verse 2] |
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Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle |
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cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffel |
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Upstate behind steel gates, attacked in the scuffle |
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Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle |
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But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you |
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And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you |
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Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you |
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But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you |
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And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most |
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Sometimes when they die, you find yourself cursing their ghost |
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But you make success, nobody delivers your fate |
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Sometimes you give and you take |
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Since prehistoric vertebrates, crawled out of the lakes |
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And thats the truth about life |
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Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice |
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'cuz even though we survived through the struggle that made us |
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We still look at ourselves through the eyes of the people that hate us |
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But ima make it regardless of these trumped up charges |
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And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge |
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Post-traumatically scarred kids that try to be brave |
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'cus niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid |
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Turn cannibal like knights during the crusades |
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Afraid of responsibility; Addicted to greed |
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Beating their girl purposefully losing a seed |
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As if we were bound to the destiny we used to receive |
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[Hook] |
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So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle |
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Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle |
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From the hoodrats to rich kids lost in a bubble |
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Spray paint it on the streets and in the subway tunnels |
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Write it down and remember, that we never gave in |
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The mind of a child is where the revolution begins |
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So if the solution has never been to look in yourself, |
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How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else? |
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I used to wonder(I used to wonder) why people don't believe in theyselves |
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But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else |
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They cursed us, to only see the worst in ourselves |
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blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves |
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I used to wonder(I used to wonder) why people don't believe in theyselves |
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But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else |
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They cursed us, to only see the worst in ourselves |
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blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves |
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I used to wonder {*echo*, fade out) |
