Wanna live my dreams
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This is the last chance to make it, I gotta do something
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With my life today
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'Cause I been doing this music thing for so long it seems that
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Something's gotta give
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If I'ma stay on this long road to success
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With the music I play
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So I just gotta be strong and keep moving on with it
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I'm not just a dreamer, I'm an intellectual coal mine
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With refined rhymes like diamonds that shine
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On the daily I grind, grit my teeth and push mountains full of words
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With a pen to make you see clearly my troubles
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All of my trifles the pressures that try to stifle
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If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be
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Simply to let my music reach to every country
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Where scholars will translate it on scrolls and archive it
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Where students in the classrooms of history relive it
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Relive it, Because I write the words and I give it away
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After it leaves my hand to the ink on the papyrus
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And after I been on the stage and let the lyric fathom bust
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It all belongs to y'all, that's all end of story on it
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Dropping like a bomb on the planet it's the verbal atomic
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Aloe Blacc remember me as enemy or friend
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However you want, it doesn't really matter in the end
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They say it's gonna stop
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Got people telling me I'm wasting my time and that
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Hip Hop's going away
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I don't believe it though all my life I seen it grow so I
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Don't believe a word
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That I be hearing from all the haters and perpetrators
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So everything they say
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Is just a bucket lies to get me out the way
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This is my life's work, my contribution as a public speaker
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With knowledge to share and thoughts to digest
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One of the freshest in the land of the west
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While most niggaz measure success with the ice on they chest
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I measure it with message and who spit it the best
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Follow the quest like I'm the last man searching for a companion
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Because when I'm dead and gone my books will still be standing
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From my arial approach landing, seeing it all
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Still waiting for the so-called stars to fall
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Out of the polluted skies full of California dreams
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People running at full speed and running out of the steam
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A sparkling gleam in the eye of hopeful brothas wanting to eat
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More than just the regular lunch meat, we trying to feast
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On the fruits of the earth and give generous
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But really men are just animals and like cannibals we been in lust
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To see another man hit the dust (dust, dust)
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Can't nobody tell me what to do,
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'cause I am gonna do what I want to do
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This is just my way of life and
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I am gonna live it for me not you
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Cali Dreaming
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Aloe Blacc |