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[Tips}
I wake up in the morning and i look in the mirror
Think about my life how it flows like a river
Is it drying out soon or will it get bigger?
Tommorw isn't promised, keep my finger on a trigger
It's fun to live the present, but it hurts every man
waste away time , you're just worthless in the end
its not about the hoes, the greens, and the knives
its all about the mark that you leave when you die
you cant let the stress get the best of what's left
that why i bench all the weight that rests on my chest
be as hard as you want, but you won't forget the pain
thats why dizzy and i used to let it rain
lifes like a game of chess, you gotta think ahead,
sacrifice and then and you can't look back again
attacking life, i keep flexin till my neck break
cuz it'll feel great to look at God n yell checkmate
[Chorus]
if there is a blueprint, then WHO wrote the plans?
if life is a game, why do I fold every hand?
if there is no soul, would altruism fade?
if we knew all the answers, would we lose all faith?
[gandhiji]
I can't close my eyes, no matter how hard I try
So the lies that i've told, unfold in my rhymes
so the prose that i prize, hold my soul in its vice
and i know that its time, to flow with the tide
so i pick up the scalpel and open up my chest
and rip out the shrapnel that i've never shed
and kick clocks backwards, to times times before i bled
cuz a b*** with a lasso, tied me to her bed
I've been tryna spit lines since the age of fifteen
Neva tried to get shine cuz rap ain what's lifting
The rampant infection in third world countries
And I stand helpless as my purpose runs free
I'm hurtin and im nervous so i start to yearn the
Resurgence of my earnest rap drive to burn the
poverty line, the sufferin kind, oh brothers of mine
I have emerged to serve till I die.
[Chorus]
if there is a blueprint, then WHO wrote the plans?
if life is a game, why do I fold every hand?
if there is no soul, would altruism fade?
if we knew all the answers, would we lose all faith
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