| Like sheep to the slaughter
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| Everybody’s caught up tryin' to find
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| Something to be a part of
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| Livin' with our guards up all the time
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| Forever with a wall up
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| And breaking through it all never crossed the mind
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| The world seems smaller
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| And greatness is withering on the vine
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| Won’t anybody take the lead?
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| It’s ourselves we love the least
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| Everyone seems make believe
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| That’s the nature of the beast
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| Couple dollars and a dream
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| What did mama say, kid?
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| Everything ain’t what it seem
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| Life is what you make it
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| We are, we are, going through the same thing
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| Going through the same shit
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| We are, we are, going through the same thing
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| Going through the same shit
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| Ay, all I wanted was to be more poppin' and to see more profit
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| What’s the detour options, ayy?
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| I feel like Phillip Seymour Hoffman, less Denzel Washington
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| When people are watching me
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| If the right amount of likes and follows can make me less hollow
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| I’d somehow be more complete
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| But people tend to be more toxic so we see more gossip
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| And there’s tension on the streets
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| Won’t anybody take the lead?
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| It’s ourselves we love the least
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| Everyone seems make believe
|
| That’s the nature of the beast
|
| Couple dollars and a dream
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| What did mama say, kid?
|
| Everything ain’t what it seem
|
| Life is what you make it
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| We are, we are, going through the same thing
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| Going through the same shit
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| We are, we are, going through the same thing
|
| Going through the same shit
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| Everybody’s caught up trying to find
|
| Living with our guards up all the time
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| And breaking through it all never crossed our minds
|
| And greatness is withering on the vine
|
| Couple dollars and a dream
|
| What did mama say, kid?
|
| Everything ain’t what it seem
|
| Life is what you make it
|
| We are, we are, going through the same thing
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| Going through the same shit
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| We are, we are, going through the same thing
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| Going through the same shit |