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I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as though I have
A million at once
Many lives I lived
Many battles I've
I've fought, and
1]
Mass
Black
up to you half-truthers
[?]
That's
I'm the rumors
I'm the human
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
With tumors
threaten a nigga like me
With death I'd be to do it
And sprinkle my on my Mac computer
And rap it
blastin' Future
And say the future
Thats the

If you're lookin for
You gotta look far
the presence of dark

2]
The year is
Niggas is and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive
is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of their
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get supplies
Niggas is like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let them niggas pre-locked up in contracts)
You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did
wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They - they brought - they brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I start an agency
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, wanna brand me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the fuck's the They can't understand me, they can't understand me
All that shit go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this is a Citgo, I am only passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as I have been
A million at once
Many I have lived
Many I've fought
fought, and lost
If looking for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the presence of
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you know who you
(You are, you are)
These roads, they go nowhere
These half-ways are a end
had my share of losses
I've had my of lessons
And I know what hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we what heaven is like?