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I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I been
A places at once
lives I have lived
Many I've fought
I've fought, and
1]
Mass
rulers
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm past the
I'm past the
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
massive tumors
Can't a nigga like me
With death I'd be to do it
And my ashes on my Mac computer
And rap it
blastin' Future
And say the future
the future

If you're lookin for
You ain't gotta far
the presence of dark

2]
The year is
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for to come back alive
is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of their
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get supplies
is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is still (conscious), for politicians to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let them pre-locked up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that from you, like all of your history
They brought - they - they brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I could start an
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, niggas wanna me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a thing
Where the fuck's the manual? They understand me, they can't understand me
All shit must go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of that go, we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, is just a Citgo, I am only passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I been
A places at once
Many lives I have
Many battles fought
I've fought, and
If you're for trouble
You gotta look far
the presence of dark
Wouldn't be any
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, they don't go
These are a dead end
I've had my share of
had my share of lessons
And I sure know hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how we know what heaven is like?