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The Game
02:55
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When you were young, your momma told you son, "Stay intrepid, but hold your tongue. Because if you get arrested, you won't be loved. But don't give up."
Because there's a battle you should fight. Good and evil. Wrong and right. And the people in the night ain't looking up.
Because it's not whether you win
Or hang your head in shame
It's not whether you win or lose
It's how you play the game
The storm rolled through and then it washed away the black and white. It left us grey. The rain turned light into a colored haze. What took so long?
I laugh at the poets and the fools. Make some love. Break some rules. You've got to look above her precious jewels - the Queen was wrong.
It's not whether you win
Or hang your head in shame
It's not whether you win or lose
It's how you play the game
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Ali
04:11
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Flutter like a butterfly
Sting like a bumble
Missiles from the blind side
And you stumble
Stand tall
Talk truth
And follow me
Because great is only good when your hands are fighting history
His name was "Brother Ali" and he talk fast and his feet are quicker than a thunderclap
His beat poetry an Everlast blast to your face from a storied past
Stand tall
Talk truth
And follow me
Because great is only good when your hands are fighting history
Awake a dream
Some sight unseen
This fight, believe
The greatest story ever told has been told before
The greatest story ever told is told no more
Flutter like a butterfly
Sting like a bumble
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Graffiti
04:15
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On a building, on a window, painted words: "IMAGINATION"
Carry guns into the 'burbs and shots are fired
We run to look at what He's done
It's this graffiti in the sky that makes me sit and wonder why I lock my doors...
And we fight wars.
On a Sunday it's the writing on the wall that makes me worry
Off a building, when I fall and hit the ground
We see
Imaginary He
It's this graffiti in the air that says my brother doesn't care so lock your doors
We fight wars on drugs
On the doorstep of a daughter and her son
Because we carry more than just the weight of chosen ones
It's true, we hold the future, too
It's this graffiti on my street that makes my sister stomp her feet and lock her doors
The solution that I see
A revolution and a dream
Is that we never take no more than we all need
It's this graffiti in the sky that makes me sit and wonder why I lock my doors.
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4. |
Background Man
04:41
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5. |
Stewin'
05:49
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