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i also posted this awhile ago, but it seems to be fitting here...
I was live at the barbecue corner of Sedgwick and Cedar disenfranchised iconoclast they were scared of me bein' birthed
1,2, 1,2 y'all, was meant to rock this way don't stop, won't stop, c'mon, erything gon be okay
but then yo! i bum rushed the show bustin' thru with a mouthful still, they wasn't havin' it onlookers hesitant and doubtful
1,2, 1,2 y'all, was meant to rock this way don't stop, won't stop, c'mon, erything gon be okay
the time came and i enta'd the stage leavin' no choice but to acknowledge with a shrug and grimace they bellowed "i bet he can't gross dollars!"
1,2, 1,2 y'all, was meant to rock this way don't stop, won't stop, c'mon, erything gon be okay
finally it was all eyez on me the focal for a potential of wealth with greed beamin' out their stare they ignited war, pittin' me against myself
1,2, 1,2 y'all was meant to rock this way don't stop, won't stop, c'mon, erything gon be okay
now i tower, a flaming blue star they behind me as the voice of today but my deep roots have been enfeebled gripin' the mic with nothin' meaningful left to say
1,2, 1,2 y'all, was meant to rock this way don't stop, won't stop, c'mon, erything gon be okay...
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