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With pride comes disgrace it's power that we're obsessed with but it will be our death the stone around my neck The time has come to look around
Every night I close my eyes and wish for a better place then I think it could happen if we all ran at the same pace When we're called together
Why can't we lay down all the things that make us proud? I'm tired of overlooking (LOOK!) you're choosing your vices over your friends we used to
You say "everything's changed" but growing up was your first mistake I can't believe you thought you looked so cool and now I see you and it just
Lockdown! I'm surrounded by nonsense the way they think, the way they act can't understand their reasons their laws aren't utility they are arbitrary
I tried so hard to make things right to prove to you that I'm not all bad your system is flawed you say you accept just look at me, another game
For wes (rest in peace shining boy) where there is no meaning there is no understanding a knife through my head it hasn't hit me yet that you have
So you don't shoot up and you don't smoke weed but it's suddenly okay to do the deed follow your thing around all day and night looking to get laid
Just get away! I cant deal with you today my thoughts are the only things that I can trust and they're losing credibility I don't need this right
It makes no sense to me a room full of wanna-be's just a cool-contest where nobody wins shelling out money for that which hurts you and let's not
'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' It's alive, it's alive, rounds cured
like loose nails I'm like what are we to do with a house with no roof look up and pray to whose above you God, yeeup, now just look in your seat, black
you say those nasty rhymes? How come you be dissin' all us girls? Too $hort why you say those nasty words? It's like this bitch, you see I hit the studio
t hide, can't hide) We have the power (Alive, it's so fine to be alive) We are the light I'm God's hit man, Chopard wristband New York crown jewel, no
where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop underground people that, that, that is looking
