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    A day, in a week, in a year
    Where e'rything exactly as you feared
    Lightning could strike me right here
    Right here, holdin' a phone to my ear
    The rest of my life I'ma be like
    "Yo, I was standin' right there. "
    Boxes under the stairs
    Found some old Nike Airs, still tight
    Dust 'em off like, I workin' nights for this pair
    Nightmares of what it'll be like
    Lights from your flight's landing gear draw near
    If I knew you was comin'
    woulda picked somethin' more debonair
    Best laid plans of mice and tin men
    I was dead, didn't need to pretend
    when the bayonet went in

    A army of fiends, she put chrysanthemums
    and daffodils in the burnt end of they crack stems
    Tears stream down they cheeks, just really really weep
    But in the end
    They hit-They hit the pipe again

    If I lose, it was rigged
    I'm the man if I win
    Before settlin' on a narrative, I took 'em all for a spin
    On black ice
    Steering locked
    Driftin'
    Calm from the shock, oncomin' brights hot
    On the windshield it's one particular raindrop
    Caught strugglin' in the incandescence
    Took my hands off the wheel and cut the engine

    Do we fight it?
    Do we like it?
    How do we recognize it?
    How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)
    So we like (Do we fight it?)
    So we like (Do we like it?)
    I don't know
    I don't know

    Grenades attached to rockets
    And eager to tell you the names of they prophets
    Rappers runnin' outta gas
    Halfway through they second project
    My buldin' smell like burnt chocolate
    Knockin' that new Young Lil Willie Bosket
    Paradise in a gold watch
    I was right, the price was a lot (That shit's expensive)
    Mildly disappointed that all those guns was props
    You tinkered with the flow, but yo
    the whole style rocks (Somebody gotta say it)
    Who knows, though?
    Nowadays maybe you gotta shoot your shot
    I dipped in the fog, rollin' right off the lock
    Put drums on the bock
    It's a game of inches
    like when Police beat you to the fuckin' spot
    Kept walking, head down, waitin' to hear stop
    Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn underneath the three clocks
    Unsurprised when the choppers chop
    I read the play, hatchet job, but you work with what you got

    Life is just two quarters in the machine
    But, either you got it or don't that's the thing
    I was still hittin' the buttons, "Game Over" on the screen
    Dollar movie theater, dingy foyer
    little kid, not a penny to my name
    Fuckin' with the joystick, pretendin' I was really playin'
    Pretendin' I was really playin'
    Pretendin' I was really playin'

    Do we fight it?
    Do we like it?
    How do we recognize it?
    How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)
    So we like (Do we fight it?)
    So we like (Do we like it?)
    I don't know
    I don't know

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