Show me how to breathe again,can't be a reason to end
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This pain and all the suffering
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Is it something?Cannot wait
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It's hard to believe again
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Is it something?Or maybe nothing
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Blood stains on the camouflage jacket
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And love pained hands on the fully automatic
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She looks into the eyes of the comrade slash lover
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''''''''Side of the world where the revolution '
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In a language besides brotherly love for the sufferers
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It's the sacrifice that touches her
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He brushes her cheek smeared with black smudges of
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All the dirt he picked up from falling to the earth
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Where the pain falls so far to love and so into beserk
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Supplies and the church ,but nothin' to worth
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That can repair the hurt so out comes the tears and income the visions
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Gargoyles and griffins ,the tension,the ',the stiffin',release
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On his way to God,guarded by the beast
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She picks up this rifle and rushes to the street
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She me how to breathe again
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Can't be a reason to end
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This pain and al the suffering
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Is it something? Cannot wait
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It's hard to believe again
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Is it something? Maybe nothing,nothing
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With blood stains on the chinchilla fur
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And a hundred bullet holes in the Rolls Royce ...
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Through designer sunglasses the world is a blur
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Diamonds are bein' ripped from the neck of the third
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Second and first seem so unneeded
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But this one she feels that you got what you deserved
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The money floats,the liquior spills
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She dances so macabre as nigazz are bein' killed
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Skeletons dance with her'
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Whores and the drunks,sinners and the punks
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A Parliament of fools baptized in the funk
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Cologne won't stop bullets,no matter where you put it
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But they spread in the truck and mixes with the blood
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And the residues and drugs,that hits her all at once
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Stings the nostrils
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As our Rihanna as Madonna in nirvana'
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Show me how to breathe again,
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Can't be a reason to end
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This pain and all the suffering
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Is it something?Cannot wait
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It's hard to believe again
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Is it something?Or maybe nothing
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Show me how to breathe again
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Can't be a reason to end
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This pain and all the suffering
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Is it something?Cannot wait
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It's hard to believe again
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Is it something?Or maybe nothing,nothing
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With blood stains on the maxi pad missing
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We welcome another soul into the land of the living
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Something about the mirrors is so different
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It smiles,man how could glass smile?
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So she runs into the kitchen
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The microwaves, the spoons and the plates
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Everywhere where there's a reflection of a face
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The turned off the TV,cellphones and laptop screen B
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Looking jubilant as Jeezy
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In the trap,or Gucci and the chain shop
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A fan getting name dropped
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This wasn't in the plans,but the pain stopped
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And held the daffodils
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Pleasant surprise,not
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In the newspaper horoscope
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Or seen in the leaves of a chamomile
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She must have missed it
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Probably fell out of the bag and she'it
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Learned the lesson,she feels terrific
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Show me how to breathe again
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Can't be a reason to end
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This pain and all the suffering
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Is it something?Cannot wait
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It's hard to believe again
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Is it something?Or maybe nothing,nothing
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Show me how to breathe again
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Can't be a reason to end
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This pain and all the suffering
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Is it something?Cannot wait
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It's hard to believe again
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Is it something?Or maybe nothing,nothing
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Piru Blues
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Lupe Fiasco |