my life has been like one long journey
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filled with alot of ups and definitely alot of downs
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check it...
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i dedicate this verse here
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to my grandfather who passed away earlier this year
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at his funeral i ran through a whole box of tissues
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my tears are dry but i still miss you
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and i promise that ill never forget you
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these last six bars just made it official
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yeah i know he can hear me
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even though he don't speak english he can understand clearly
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what his grandson is trying to express
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*sighs* it's tough but im trying my best
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i remember as a kid just running with him
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every year i would spend a whole summer with him
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visit him in the projects
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and he knew i was intrigued by them shiny objects
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cutting a rolex out of a magazine ad
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told me when i grow up i can buy one for my dad
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so much energy like me, quite clever
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these are memories i will treasure forever
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every now and then i still shed a tear
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walking through chinatown i feel the spirit in the air
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for your legacy i blow harder
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tell my kid that your great grandfather was a great grandfather
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but lemme walk you through the timeline
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take you back to my pops and my moms grind
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they both immigrated to this country as teenagers
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you know typical american dream chasers
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immigrating blew up like disco
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heads were moving to new york to the frisco
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my pops said NY lets go
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this was in the 70s when he used to rock a fro
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bell bottoms, pimp hats, with the tilted brim
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i've seen pictures and i still don't think it's him
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fast forward to '82
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that's when he met my moms got married and had a baby too
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that baby's who?
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that baby's me, jin au-yeung
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my moms was wild young
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only 18 a senior in high school
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when i was 18 that was my school
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???? imma charge her for life
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i put that on every single bar that i write
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picture a young couple trying to get on track
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what are the options? a restaurant? a laundromat?
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so they went with plan a
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from that point on i was at the restaurant every damn day
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but i was only 12 i just wanted to play
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when my friends would come i'd give the food away
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i know that's bad for business
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so i apologize now if it still makes a difference
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i guess deep down i just hated the fact
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i felt trapped and that was my way of getting you back
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i can't go back in time and i hate it
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but i can tell you, your hard work is appreciated
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see to the customer thats just a plate of rice
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but to my family that shit could save a life
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and this is more than chinese food
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it's a life story of a chinese dude
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and i aint come here to tell you what to eat
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im just serving food for thought over a beat
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nah i aint here to tell you what to eat
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its just food for thought over a beat
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Chinese food
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Jin |