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i'm goin fly like an eagle..
once upon a time, i used to trust in the truth,
now at times at night i really feel that nothin is true,
shit, won't you tell me whats a brother to do?
i must be a fool, coz i know i got somethin to lose,
see, my whole's life's aheada me, i'm gon find my destiny,
i'm gon try live steadily, my own mind is tellin me,
that through it all, i'm my own worst enemy,
coz anythin is possible, goin by my pedigree,
they used to tell me i had the mind of a genius,
but my innocence, in a sense, died in the fetus,
like the man who died in his quest, tryin to lead us,
jesus, fuckin christ, coz we're blinded by demons,
two thousand and four, i bet that god is proud of us for,
killing each other, sisters and brothers, without no remorse,
regret, instead we forget, and try to live on,
but without love or trust, its a lie to live on...
so sit up in bed, and look around a million different ways,
get up instead, touch the sun and feel its pleasant rays,
you see the clouds all have cleared, now you hope the weather stays,
so wear a smile through your tears, as you hope for better days...
i can't fathom whats happened, but i can stand on my toes,
ready for action, fastened by passion, to dance, through my flows,
i'll dance through life, lookin for true light, til the music stops,
and sometimes it stops early, but usually not,
so i'll, take some time before i make my mind up,
and i'll, break a rhyme so better days come find us,
but we'll, pray in mind jus as a grave reminder,
then the, pains of crimes can finally stay behind us,
at last, there'll be no more poor, victims of crossfire,
no lost minds, caught inside the image of lost time,
i've walked by, the alleys in these valleys of death,
sadly, with my set of cards or gifts from God,
coz thus far, really, it looks like a nice deck,
i've loved hard, and now i'm hooked on the mic checks,
i'm booked for these hype sets but my game, ain't even ripe yet,
its all love, i guess we'll see where my life steps...
sit up in bed, and look around a million different ways,
get up instead, touch the sun and feel its pleasant rays,
you see the clouds all have cleared, now you hope the weather stays,
so wear a smile through your tears, as you hope for better days...
yo kick the micstand, and spit, like a wise man of few words,
coz in a world fulla wise men, few learn,
so raise the right hand to right man's true curse,
watch, as my mindset defies trends, through verse...
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