[Intro: Big K.R.I.T.]
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See, I was made in my father's image and they belittle my deeds
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Their lustful convictions pledge allegiance to the almighty power and greed
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See, seeds born withered, parents still children, adolescent in their ways
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Some preachers false prophets, educated pigeon droppers using our sins to get paid
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Slaves, give them freedom, but give them dope
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Take away their leaders cause that gives them hope
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Sell them dreams of changing things like they were never kings and queens befo'
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As small as a giant
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[Chorus]
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As small as a giant, I'm still riding
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Hand on my sword, Good Lord I need time
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Watch for the sun-eaters blocking our shine
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Enlighten my kind, reason for rhyme
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I'ma find Zion, free my soul
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Repent for all the things I done till my eyes close
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When the boat man come I'm paying my toll
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Outside the gates of Heaven, pray to God I'm chose
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As small as a giant
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[Big K.R.I.T.]
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The beginning's kinda dark, not too soft, fairly hard
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Drenched with love from my mother, connected to her struggle
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till she cut me loose, now what shall I do?
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It was all so easy, look at how they treat me ever since she pushed me through
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Now put me back in, stop these contractions
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Water breaking, aw damn, I know it's bout to happen
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Failed events, no picket fence, a dream deterred
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Bending liquor, chilling with my niggas, swishers and herb
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Eviction notices, hopelessness thrown on my shoulders
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God won't give you more than you can handle, carry these boulders
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Give it all I got until I get older
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Couple of medals on my sleeve cause life made me a soldier
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Reminisce on how it was way back when
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when some thangs were better off way back then
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As small as a giant, a promise so divided
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Probably ain't surprised in so long since we sung songs over large campfires
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Cosbi was cool, but television is a lie
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Some reason I relate to Survivor
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Fresh Prince with no Uncle Phil
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The Carlton that I knew never stayed where we lived, couldn't play with those kids
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While they was reading books, we was playing cops and crooks
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While they was writing essays, I was writing hooks momma
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I'll be that nigga on TV
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cause people like Bow Wow and Soulja Boy make it look easy
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No pun intended, hoping they get offended
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I'm throwing up if these niggas spitting
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Didn't write it, but recite it like puppets on strings
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Belittled as a peasant, but my bloodline is of kings
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Knight in shining armor for this rap shit, I slash quick
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towards a man's beard, leaving gashes on these industry bastards
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They can't see what is real, don't know how I feel
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They weren't raised where I live, in Mississippi
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[Chorus]
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[Big K.R.I.T.]
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Rise and shine, no time for sleep, thinking bout eating
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Leaving this place, long gone
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I get no service on this earth, I need to phone home
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Did too much dirt to talk to God, nowadays I get the dial tone
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Try again tomorrow, my heart filled with sorrow
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My family broke too, so why bother trying to borrow?
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No car, no house, drug dealing, feeling like it might be
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my only option to get meals, what else could I do?
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Put yourself in my shoes
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If you had no whip, you'd take some shortcuts too
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There ain't no time to be wasted, the world is going under
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Nowadays can't tell fall from spring and winter from summer
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I wonder if this was meant to be
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Maybe all the bullshit was meant for me, it takes a lot of energy
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Break these chains, erase these thangs society put up on our brain
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How could I explain it? We ain't free yet
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Obama cool, but he ain't sending me no free checks
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They killing all my niggas, Lord forbid I'll be next
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Not now, got too many sorrows to say and kisses to give
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They don't feel how I feel, they weren't raised where I live, in Mississippi
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[Chorus]
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Small As Giant
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Big KRIT |