| Godly guidance amidst the violence
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| Death is silence, life is blindness
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| Remind us how we’re supposed to find this
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| Escape from hell, get a clue before we face the cell
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| Before the paper trail, somebody’s body fell
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| Nigga took an L, knew the boulevards too well
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| The avenues and alley ways got plenty of tales
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| The penitentiaries leave 'em mentally frail
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| So many centuries pass here, we lack still
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| Somewhere ip in the Catskills let us chill, get away
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| Man, I stay with Advils, brain pains, mad ills
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| On tracks spills that rap real
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| Return of the hunger before you have deals
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| I wonder why the crack kills
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| Niggas still sell, still cop drop still
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| Body stiff, eyes wide, lost grills, momma feels
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| We shall prevail but we still gotta wake 'em up
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| All elementary tell me, dawg, wheres the love?
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| I, Visionary
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| Seen bodies getting buried
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| Lying in the cemetery or in the penitentiary
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| Violence necessary
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| Are you Hell or Heaven ready
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| Man, this here is elementary
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| One Love, one life
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| We gonna make it through one night
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| (I hear them say) One love, one Life
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| We gon' make it through one night
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| I hear them saying
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| V-I-Z-I-O-NARY 'til we own every house on our block
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| We’re so buried in debt that we seem to forget
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| We own nothing except a couple pairs of Jordans and some Henny and
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| Painfully I regret, we accept that we live check to check until our death
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| And we leave a couple of kids, hopefully they bury us
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| Without causing them too much stress
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| Cause they already worry 'bout too much rent
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| Got a fresh baby momma only two months in
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| In the old days people used to pay for their sins
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| Giving money to the church, hoping they get in
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| Now, what’s worst, denial, or pre-trial?
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| A judge holding a gavel, a thug with a big barrel
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| My people told me it’s nothing, it’s me just being para'
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| 'til I see them blue lights, just a never ending battle
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| Where’s the love?
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| I, Visionary
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| Seen bodies getting buried
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| Lying in the cemetery or in the penitentiary
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| Violence necessary
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| Are you Hell or Heaven ready
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| Man, this here is elementary
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| One Love, one life
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| We gonna make it through one night
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| (I hear them say) One love, one Life
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| We gon' make it through one night
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| I hear them saying
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| Youth without youth, they grow so fast
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| Kids with kids lack truth to pass to seeds the cycle of life
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| This trifling, Eiffeling set of stairs to bare
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| We climb on a road to nowhere, with no cares or worries we’re
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| Free spirits who hear it late, the gates close
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| Hour glass sands hold no longer strands so the time’s up
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| Find us where the early sun sets
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| And guns kept force fears in peers bully the block for years
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| There’s a problem in the mental make-up
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| The sense you’ll wake-up, gray hairs old age, elderly scared
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| Where we go from here, when the days up
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| Clock no longer tick the politics of power keep us powerless
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| Wish I was just a simple man, not a visionary
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| Vision scary Our Father’s and the Hail Mary’s rarely
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| Save them from the cemetery, dog we gotta wake 'em up
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| It’s elementary, Where’s the love?
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| I, Visionary
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| Seen bodies getting buried
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| Lying in the cemetery or in the penitentiary
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| Violence necessary
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| Are you Hell or Heaven ready
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| Man, this here is elementary
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| One Love, one life
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| We gonna make it through one night
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| (I hear them say) One love, one Life
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| We gon' make it through one night
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| I hear them saying |