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I can't breath in this space that's filled with your sound |
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Can't call a spade, a spade in this town |
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Dug a hole that I can't get out |
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I can't figure, I can't figure it out, out, out |
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[Verse 1: XV] |
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It was a pin up, the magazines would print up |
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That made me pick that pen up, that kept a niggas chin up |
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That turned losers to winner, in that minute we would give up |
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Couldn't die down the expectations they thought we'd live up |
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It was everything, most parents hate it |
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Niggas with dreams, wearing bling, screaming that they made it |
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New York rapper said 'son', West Coast niggas said 'cause', |
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Mid-West dude said 'fam', Damn no wonder I related |
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Related to my grandmother that bought me comics |
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To be honest, it ain't bother her as much as momma |
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Drama expected, like the nomination of Obama |
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Kept me in my room, hiding out like Osama, Step father didn't dig it, |
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They were shoveling dreams to an underage teen whose real father couldn't visit |
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So I put on those headphones and just listened |
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As the murals on my wall turned to kingdom from a prison |
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I hear them singing |
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[Chorus:] |
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Keep your head up high |
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Keep mine deep in the ground |
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Hide away the love that I found, |
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It's a world that I can't get out |
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I can't figure it, I can't figure it out |
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(Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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(Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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(Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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Always on my mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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Always on mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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[Verse 2: XV] |
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I know it's crazy to think my pictures talked |
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And we created a rocket, I got in and lifted off |
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Well maybe the ladder was kind of gone |
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And the formal was kind of wrong |
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So all I have is these song and posters up on my wall |
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Sometimes I took them to school to feel cool |
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Couldn't bring the CD, the case was a jewel |
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And I refused to burn money, I'm saving green in my room |
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You walk in and think it was FernGully |
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And beef wasn't allowed, Pac was next to Biggie, and Dre was next Eazy |
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The idea was profound, |
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I turned the music loud and put on my own recital |
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In a room full of my idols, made me less suicidal |
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Traded pencil sharpening for urban marketing |
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Lawyer, doctor, went from street scholaring, |
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White collar from Police collarin', mom and pops hollarin' |
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But I just tune it out, the tune is loud as I begin and says |
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[Chorus:] |
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Keep your head up high |
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Keep mine deep in the ground |
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Hide away the love that I found, |
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It's a world that I can't get out |
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I can't figure it, I can't figure it out |
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(Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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(Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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(Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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Always on my mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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Always on mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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[Verse 3: XV] |
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Knocks on my door came from the same fist that just knocked me to the floor |
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Punched me in the chest and then clocked me in the jaw |
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'What's wrong with Dad! I haven't done a thing in school that was this bad! ' |
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His ass doesn't care, trying to fight back but it doesn't fair |
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Why my mom let this nigga come in here |
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She begins to come to tears, I'm screaming 'it's all your fault! ' |
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He says what's this bullshit up on your wall |
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As I look up at the ceiling, too weak to respond |
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With these poses of mere mortals that singing like gods |
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Trying to stand up to my feet and just even the odds |
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But he just knocks me back down and screams at my mom |
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He starts seeing a bond between me and these pictures |
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He says 'look at these niggas, what are they? Father figures? ' |
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Now it's hard to ignore that all I live for is now balled up on the floor |
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And it's |
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[Outro:] |
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Always on my mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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Always on mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't figure it out (Hanging Pictures on my wall) |
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I can't breathe in this space that's filled with your sound |
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Can't call a spade, a spade in this town |
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Dug a hole that I can't get out |
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I can't figure, I can't figure this out, out, out |
