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the sweat on my hand is a visible thing
am I talking irrational as if philosophical 
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a tear to numb the pain
sparks pertrude through my voice as if a flame
yet deep inside I search for a reason why
the streets are filled with fly bys
everyone is getting a little bit high
one word to the wise we are left with a stress test
getting caught up in the mix with such an evil twist
as we parted ways hold your head up high and be brave
some people use reverse psychology yet in reality there just phony
alone with their innocence some even give a shit getting caught up in the mix

put your thinking caps on cause I got this song of how we can all get along
some freaks in the sheets are working on their beats
rap isn't dead cause I got crazy beats flowing through my head
hommie Luke Brice got capped in the back of his head now he's the walking dead
working to hard can give you a heart attack we tend to over react
sharp words in your tone you don't even need a megaphone
just like the movie Home Alone we got guys like Pesci taking over
under cover bosses spreading out upon the masses
the fly in the air only on first classes
yet what is the basis to the extreme aura I come to store a unique aura
busy as a bee floating through the trees all of life is but a mystery

still I got something up my sleeve
back in the hood where it's all good
Ice Cube & Eazy E 
turning sadness to gladness falling back on that ass
no one in this life gets by on a free pass
like the underground sound you still want me around
some friends flipping burgers and fries does it come at no big surprise taking heed to those lies...
Arm me with harmony for my face in lights with the good night fights
music ain't the way it used to be Professors need to get another degree
watch me now I'm going down so is the rest of this song
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