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I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as I have been
A million places at
Many lives I lived
Many I've fought
fought, and lost
1]
Mass
Black
up to you half-truthers
[?]
That's
I'm the rumors
I'm past the
The is trash
A bad
A ghost, a
massive tumors
Can't a nigga like me
With I'd be glad to do it
And sprinkle my on my Mac computer
And rap it
While blastin'
And say that's the
the future

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

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for to come back alive
Niggas is (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for to get some supplies
Niggas is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die?
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that lied
Since we all comrades, (let them niggas pre-locked up in contracts)
You accept that its generous, just the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your
They brought - they brought - they Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I could 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, think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the fuck's the manual? 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 that go, where we 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 places at once
Many lives I lived
battles I've fought
I've fought, and
If you're for trouble
You ain't look far
Without the of dark
Wouldn't be any
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
roads, they don't go nowhere
These half-ways are a end
I've had my of losses
had my share of lessons
And I sure know hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, ain't
Then how could we know what is like?