Study this as you study your first born
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My first song was pain personified in song
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The longest sequence is looped for days long
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Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are
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Known to drop a lot quicker than a child's tears
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And drown out the drama that I didn't want to share
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The load I wouldn't wish upon my enemies to bear
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The times I used to tell myself you didn't want to hear
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Until the reason in my rhyme become clear
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Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter
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The story of my life epitomizes imperfection
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As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction
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And I stand center stage stunned by what's happening
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Blinded by the lights, heroin's action
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Although I never asked for this lead role
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It seems that God decided it a long time ago
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I was chosen for this
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Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd's cheers
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I break bread over beats with like-minded peers
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And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere
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On the ninth cloud, I-sanity(?) in style
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Arms outstretched and Hell in God's breath
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I saw the stairway to heaven
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And counted one-hundred and forty-four thousand steps
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I wanted to climb but it wasn't my turn yet
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So I returned to earth just before the sun set
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And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share
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Now I share this with you
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I'll share this with you
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With all of you
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I'll share this with you
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I'll share this with
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Each and every
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One of you
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Now in my younger days that quickly passed
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I fell asleep in history class
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Not enchanted my past misery
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I'd rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy
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And tilted my flower-like childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded
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Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users
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My blood stream's still a little murky from flash-backs of murder scenes
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Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears
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Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear
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But as bad as it appears, I am happy that I'm here
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To share this with you
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To share this with you
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To share this with
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All of you
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To share this with you
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Share this with you
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Share this with
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Each and every one of you
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Heh, and share I will
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I'll share the nights where fist fights left somebody's body lying still
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The ice grills, the cold of wire(?) night's chill
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I'll even share the blood spill
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The memory of all my loved ones killed
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The unpaid bills
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The pain of a terminally ill
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My ill will towards my rivals
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My approach towards hip-hop survival
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The circumstance that made some suicidal
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The same circumstance that made others homicidal
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The signs of the vital
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The ways of the trial
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The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial
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The short life cycles
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The minds that lie idle
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My people that got out of court on a missed trial
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My hunger to become more grounded in the Bible
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Is smiled on behalf of my last day's arrival
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