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    You live, you die
    And spend the years in between asking the question
    Why you've been through what you been
    You lose, you win
    You even pay for other sins
    But you most always adore the skin you are in

    [Black Thought]
    I woke up and it was pouring down rain
    I put my head on, it really wasn't no thing
    One of them days I was feeling immune to the pain
    Threw on, Alice Coltrane, smoked and sang
    And wrote this flame compused to the rhythm of the droplets
    And went whispering simliar to gossip
    The kick slapping at the window glass
    Slow down the globe so it don't spin too fast
    Because, I been running like a river since
    The age of my early innocence
    It just made me ambitious
    My grams used to tell me "Man listen,
    If you can't burn, don't step into the kitchen"
    You muscle your turn, the laws of the land viscious
    We gotta stick to the plan, which is
    Pursuing true riches, whether we trade stock or wash dishes
    Throughout setbacks and few glitches
    The Big Picture's the focus, fuckin being hopeless
    Or helpless, we not selfish so we wrote this
    Give it to ya, make you feel good
    Know what I'm talkin about? C'mon

    [Chorus]

    [Black Thought]
    Yo from the parquet floors to the fifty foot ceiling
    I pull the heavy black curtain back, now revealing
    The sun beneath the velvet, and like it was mine
    No one elses, embracing the beams yo, I felt it
    And stood there, feeling it, getting charged
    Turn me loose upon the streets, a young poet at large
    Out in the world, up against tremendous odds
    Some'll let it break em and throw in they cards
    But my squad remain focus when we goin for ours
    And we don't, do it for chains or do it for cars
    And we don't, do it for lames or do it for broads
    And we don't, do it for fame, we do it because
    It's for the young black gifted mind
    Living the story of the most twisted kind
    Turbulent times swirled around they dome like a turban
    It gets disturbing, feelin alone in the urban
    But maintain ya grip for just a little bit
    I'd tell you it's all good but that's bullshit
    Let's just try to feel good, yeah...know what I'm talkin bout

    [Amel Larrieux]
    A spirit knows we're meant to blow
    A ? rose by the seat of your soul
    You past it all and seeds your soul
    Are destined to grow even after you go

    [Chorus x4]

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