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If i could ask one thing granted to my life...not much
I've had the lust of cash, a wifey, but still missing a touch
What? yet the profound nouns of verbs to bacc ads, BOBjectives
Dont describe, i still rule mics wit steel breath and rob lectures
I ruled the stoccs, tryampht over war wit thousands too many
Hit writers blocc, still took out vets...and remain taking plenty
Had falls, w/ points to W'z on a slope of votes, thatz not honest
Better believe its sin...a moccary toast, tip glasses to harnest
My lifes sentence aint going on anymore... like no coma's
I've failed trusting many whorez, tube babies born w/ no momma
If u've seen it, believe it, except everyone tells bigga fishes
No one shines more than another, we all start out dirty dishes
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Golden Dreams wash away the pain inside my sorry hide,
I'll never forget the day that I'd always hurt on the inside,
I've cried rivers, I've seen a lot of dirt dug and undug,
But it's me who decides to just rub it back into the rug
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Computer plugs, lunged lifes into the cords... its blinding
Especially when timing can bury me and suspect sum...
...District court decision: it aint legally binding...
To get where you are, at one point u started climbing
And in order to rap, at one point you had weak rhyming
Still failing to obtain many inexpieriances...ive had enough
Until now, ive been clouded, a dilerious kid, but neva bluffed
Diafram is clutched in, pain stings more a wasps sting
Lungs rolled up, lika rim, but ill remember glory of my broken wings
Sharded thoughts in a shadow it once was, glass pulses to a
...Broken dream...
In and out conscienceness, an endless doorway it seems,
Boxed in a new self, map'n out most niggaz, wit out da key
Love speakin my mind, turnin getting "banned" into a wedding ring
Cant hold on, had my life loved and hated, by all thoughts its fated
Alive but the coughin is temporary, until im cremated
Between 4 walls and dirt... show respect, cuz may he rise again
Yall most game, pumpin three holes on da ball & suddenly pinned, ten?
Been around the globe and dun seen a caged bird heavenly sing
It wouldnt be a touch to my life at all, with everything
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...Everything, just seems so unjust, people deprived of trust,
Life lived for lust not love. Looking above for me becomes a must,
I've been everywhere, seen everything...understand me now,
As I kick this off with a poor mans life, now lemme show ya how
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..Corrupted by diamonds, gold, and chains with the bling,
While my life is more worthless than a goddamn pinky ring,
So I begin' to sing my way to the top, try and try I fail,
Chances of me not being poor is like drinkin the holy grail,
Ginger Ale tastes better than my life, pain I don't miss...
...But I love my wife, so I sing it a little more like this*
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...Lovely so lovely, trust in me tonight...sing the song,
As I show you that I don't make good money but do no wrong,
Life seems unrighteous and so very long, but imagine...
...Imagine a world of no money, lust, or beauty pagents.
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Imagine this = harmony without heartbreak, it's just bliss,
But as I remain poor, I think only of her light touchin kiss,
Yet I can't even take a piss. What has happened to me?
..Why do I think so cheerfully, so poor but yet so happy,
My credit is six feet under, watch me fall and plunder...
But then be amazed in wonder, and you know I love her,
Why's the rich man so unhappy? Well he has no true love,
And that fuckin' success is the only time he looks above,
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Taking rations under my belt. Hear stories the poor telt,
Then listen to fabrics of information, know what you felt,
World where dealers are dealt what they deserve forever,
Aware of where the tear in the paper becomes so clever
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Poor, never conscious of the mean rich bitches around...
But if they died into an underground, there'd be no sound,
My mind is jumpy, comparisons between wifes and the ice,
I wouldn't change it for the world, world of men and mice,
I'm so full of life, crowds hate me...but I am loved by she,
If loving is the enemy, you'd better charge a finders fee,
Like new three ringed binders, won't get nuthin outta me-
And I'm so poor when it comes to being the oh so wealthy.
*~Big Nash~* - Normal & Slate Gray
Bobericc_Lyrics - Bold Writing
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