(Intro)
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Yah, uh huh
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There comes that time,
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When you gotta give 'em truth
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And truth is light
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So just know that if I die tonight
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I left you with something
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I left you with truth
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Yeah, yeah
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(Verse)
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Been a dreamer, cloud reacher
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Aspirations of lavishing living, mackin' kicking my feet up
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On dat road to the riches, bangin' keepin' my heat tucked
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Must of got the wrong map, them riches never come
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Or never came, not in this crack game
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Had to switch plans, maybe my name
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Develop a flow as addictive as that cocaine
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Highly flammable down right explosive, propane
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Dreams of celebration' wit my homies like we on man
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The ones who been ridin' like, are we there yet?
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You ain't got da answers for 'em, it ain't clear yet
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Done hit a fork in da road, now you feeling near death
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Politics, road blocks, all you want is success
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Clock ticking failure, not an option you can live with
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Only reason still makes sense why you in this
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(Hook x2)
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Say Henni by the 5th, Newport to the Brownsville
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That rebirth of ill, them other niggas sound real
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They real life don't match up, that audio track
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(Verse)
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Say they never had a friend like me, call it jealousy
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Why these niggas switched up, think about it sensibly
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Maybe more fame, more opportunity
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Look me in the eye homie, you see the truth in me
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It was us till them wheels fell off
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Positions of power, trump that, here comes double cross
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On Allah, I hold no malice, paybacks this mirror that I paint, clear canvas
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Reflection you can't look at, cot dammit
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Shed light on these bastards, so underhanded
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Plotting my demise, like you could crucify
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A poor righteous teacher, box with the God
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Go head, roll your sleeves up, these lies exposed
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Davinci Code, white Jesus, never say die
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Live by, lease believe it, for the hopeless and heavy hearted
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People who really need this, I breath it
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Nigga I bleed It, integrity I keep it
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Lost my way for minute, like a scandalized deacon
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Repent that, I ain't preaching
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Die on my feet instead of living on my knees and
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Been a soldier Since Mack was a threat
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And Pistol Pete was on street making T-shirts wet
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Opposite side of the color line, my right been left
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Crip my right been left
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(Hook)
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Rebirth (Of Ill)
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| Archie Bang |
