[Chorus - Metallica Sample]
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What I've felt
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what I've known
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never shined through in what I've shown
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never be
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never see
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won't see what might have been
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what I've felt
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what I've known
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never shined through in what I've shown
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never free
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never me
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so I dub thee unforgiven
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[Verse 1]
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Lets talk about the struggle, lets talk about the pain
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Some people say they love you, but that don't mean a thang
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Some folks is so naive, not me.. I go insane
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Some people dap you, they hug you.. they do it all in vain
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That's my depression talking.. maybe it's really real
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Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I'm really ill
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See I can't really chill.. without feeling the guilt of me
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Stealing these pills ...
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Is anybody feeling me still?
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(Shit) except for the hood.. nobody told me, I ever couldn't
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Instead, I pushed.. back when they told me I never would
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Looking at me, like I was just a crook
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I express the hood, and what I see on the daily
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My scenery daily....
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Task force.. B & E's daily
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A task y'all.. being me daily
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They want to put, 3 in me nail me
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This is stuff, you only read on The Daily
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Had product, but ain't supply it then..
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High off more than weed..so the product just got me higher than..
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Product of my environment
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Look-at-where-they-put-me.. and look where they telling me I gotta be
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Stop and see, the robberies ..the poverty..
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Naw fam, its not for me..
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Its got to be, an opt atleast
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Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
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So they gave us film, sport.. and the gift to make a hot CD
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Back to the wall, against the ropes..
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Nothings believable, feezable.. they don't believe in you
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You've been verbally beaten to...
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A pulse, so the result to you think nothing is reachable
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Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true
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Yeah haters, even YOU!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Now take your hands, and wave 'em high
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They told me I can't, but I said "why?!"
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Like, fuck it, I'll try...
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NOT fuck it and die..
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See, this is real emotion we deal wit'
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Often, and don't reveal it..
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Often we stuff it inside, but I'm like fuck it.. lets ride..
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I-- do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel
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THEY-- do what they do, in hopes of what they do.. they appeal
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They got a image, and a persona that they gotta fill
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That they better do, for revenue.. so labels will be thrilled
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Kind-of-feel like a wanted man...
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I can't talk to folk, cause when I ask 'em to trust me
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All-they-wanna-do-is-judge-me
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I'm feeling like they don't understand
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(I'm) feeling like ain't too many people friendly
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I feel like ain't too many people are what they pretend to be
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Cause I'm in that zone, when I feel alone
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Like everybody is against me
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I just feel like I'm worst enemy
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And naw, its not a cry for no sympathy
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I'm just thinkin' outloud, to a crowd-- I'm just tryna figure out some remedy
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Almost like every lesson, almost like every jewel, every tool..
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That's ever been lent to me..
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For the moment, is gone..
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I'm like a new born..
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I feel like a man wit' no memory..
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Slow it down for a second, make sure I'm not losing you..
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Or confusing you, I'm delusional
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Ever you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do..
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Through and through, I'm hoping none of these signs aren't vital..
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Or none of these rhymes.. inside the recital..
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Why do it mean, I'm suicidal?
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I'm ain't that Houston dude...
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But-- I'm a MANIAC!
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Don't get over, drunk or sober..
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This the same way I'd act..
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And I'm strivin' to pull together..
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But atleast until these voices inside of me..
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Go forever, be aloft- I'm liable to do whatever.. (c'mon!)
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[Chorus x2]
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Un4Given
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Joe Budden |