[Illy:]
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There's more to life than getting leg up and foot in the door
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I mean, I'd love more money, wouldn't we all?
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But putting cash over loved ones couldn't be more
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I could be flat broke, still wouldn't be poor
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And as for all the hard times that I guess should hurt
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I didn't skip a beat, still put my best foot first
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Wish I could talk about my fam
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But it wouldn't have worked
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Cause when the love's that strong, it can't be put into words
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So I dedicate this
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Better songs, better grades
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Trying to be a better son, better brother, better mate
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And I've learned from mistakes and I don't know what I am
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But a part of that's knowing what you ain't
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And I ain't never put a dude down just for trying to catch his break
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Never gave shit based on the ways
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They'll never said I did it any other way than my own way
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At my own pace, with my own wrong terms, no brakes
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[Cisco Taraves:]
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Said I'm going to be somebody
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Knowing no one can stop me
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They can say what they say, just watch me
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And when I get [?] they know
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[Illy:]
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And high school wasn't for me much, nah
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Most of my teachers swore I was fucked
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But then a couple had faith in me, helped me back up
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Probably never quite thank them enough
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But thanks to them, I'll be stepping on stage at my graduation
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Long way from walking train tracks from the station
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Riding the forty-five [?] street, in amazement
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Spray-paint can control
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Dedication, displayed on the walls
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Disputed its name as artform
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Until I tried and wasn't able at all
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I still wonder
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How graffiti goes under
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When naked little girls go on magazine covers
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Okay, but I grew up, now I'm all of six feet
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No more fucking around, it's uni courses and beats
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And what's important to me
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Is my family tree
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The now and knowing whatever will be will be
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[Cisco Taraves:]
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Said I'm going to be somebody
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Knowing no one can stop me
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They can say what they say, just watch me
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And when I get paid, they know
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Thanks to the love, we gave me
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The road up ahead don't faze me
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Looking before we come, it's crazy
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When I get [?] they know, you know
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[Illy:]
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So, I live with aims to make the most of it when
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I know we'll never have this moment again
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Headphones on my head, board shorts on my legs
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Cigarette, note pad, and a pen
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Going back to them lunch smokes, weekend binges with my [?]
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In my [?] jeans, with my fringes to my chin
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Even before that, barely finished being kids
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When we give shit to the girls we interested in
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Growing up, soda bottles keep us entertained
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When I kept my cigarettes in my pencil case
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And couldn't wait until each 6th of September came
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[?] pick days of the calendar again
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And some mates went astray
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I love 'em, but things change, what can I say?
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You lay in the bed you make
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And I'm trying to make mine a king
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But life's now, so I slow down, take it all in
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[Cisco Taraves:]
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Said I'm going to be somebody
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Knowing no one can stop me
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They can say what they say, just watch me
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And when I get paid, they know
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Thanks to the love, we gave me
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The road up ahead don't faze me
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Looking before we come, it's crazy
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When I get [?] they know, you know
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Long Story Short
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| Illy |
