This one here's for The Creator
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'Trying to get over...' like Curtis Mayfield said
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I was a problem child, running wild in the night
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Livin on a not-so-safe set of life
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Caught up in the rapture, quick to blast ya
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Neglected as a juvenile, so labelled a 'ghetto bastard'
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Forced to live the life of a hoodster on the prowl
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Goin through my life with a permanent frown
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But still you stood by me and you got me here safely
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Never turned away from me when others lost faith in me
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Even when I was a non-believer and doubted your existence
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You still shed mercy on my ignorance
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How can I say this, no words can't explain
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How much I thank you for helpin me deal with the pain
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For sparin my life at times I thought I was through
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All praise is due, here's to you
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So
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[ CHORUS ]
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This is for the lover in you
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This is for the things that you do
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This time I will take up for you
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Cause your love's gon' last forever
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Now as I reminisce like Minnie Riperton in a Pendleton
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I'm havin flashbacks 'lookin at these photographs'
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Glancin at old flicks of me and my dogs
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Thinkin how we all played little league football
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No set-trippin, we was down for one another
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>From pups to mutts, we came up, Westside hustlers
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You couldn't stop us, no matter what you told us
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Starched Curduroys with the fresh peachy folders
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Washington High School, damn, them was the days
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The 12th grade came and we went our own ways
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Doin what we had to do to make ends meet
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Some of us went to college and some kicked the streets
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Some of us passed away, some just faded
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Some turned snitch, and some is incarcerated
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Me, I been blessed to catch wreck over beats
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But without you, this wouldn't be complete
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So
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[ CHORUS ]
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(Ooh child, things ain't gettin any easier...)
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Survivin in the ghetto you gotta stay strong
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But realistically no man out here can make it alone
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Ain't no sleepin, none of us creepin
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I see the men that's in the streets, and
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Smokers fiendin, the drama got me thinkin
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How I need to play as if I was a Stylistic
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And stop and look and listen
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Take a second out to count my blessings
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Cause you coulda laid me down a long time ago
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But you let me live, and God knows I ain't a angel
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So I'ma take this opportunity to flip the script
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For the lover of you, cause props is due
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For sparin my life at times I thougth I was through
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I gotta give it up, here's to you
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So
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[ CHORUS ]
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Creator
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| W.C. |
