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wake up with 10 things on your mind
I have one with a thousand components
memorized a dictionary, you’re reading books with pictures on it
try to flaunt it
a losing fighter showing off scars
waiting for the day you're knocked off? Not me
I can breathe on Mars
proudest day, be the one you're released from behind bars
Yet, the wrath of God will find you and it never sleeps
It’ll take your life, if you don't earn to keep it,
Can't run, can't hide, like a paraplegic
look down from death on your mother as she weeps
bury a child, reversed reality
like singing to drums, instead of a melody
not that one knows what singing is
since the days of Frank Sinatra
record and sell senseless banter
publisher richer than the author
the son obeyed by his own father
you oughtta’
look into the mirror, if you want to wonder why
every time you watch the news, you turn your face and cry
‘cuz all we ever learn is who was next to die
and who lied
to try
to steal pebbles from the poor
so desperate for solutions, knocking on where there's no door
telling a story of a time, chances flowed like rain
inspiration, hittin’
like waves crashing on a shore
now whores and cocaine
congest the alleys of the cities
joining potholes of blame

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