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Fallin
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Ransom
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Notice her finer qualities The magic of her rare personality Bound to fall in love Bound, bound Julius Caesar with a Caesar, I accepted the throne Jesus Christ on the cross, I was pelted with stones Sell you a poem so intense, it'll melt the uphol' Been to Hell and back, on the Jack in the cell on the phone You can tell that I've grown, no more shells in the chrome Was always a diamond in the rough like Sierra Leone Wait until a couple years and them felonies gone Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door These n***as coon, shuck and jive, ain't concerned with the ghetto Illuminati celebrities who worship the devil This Pain & Glory, now you witnessed the birth of a rebel Converse on a level never seen by a person who settles For the blind truth, I was sellin' smack back in nine-deuce Before Puff Daddy yellin', "Shyne, shoot!" J-Lo in the truck, screaming, "Vamoose!" I ain't tryna let them find proof, that's what crime do Ten years later, lettin' Shyne loose Read between the lines, gotta get the fine proof Fast forward, now these n***as paintin' fingernails You know them people love to see a n***a frail I'm tired of chasing all them seven-figure trails I'm just tryna duck the haters tryna see a n***a fail Muhammad the Great, formerly known as Kid Ca**ius The soul of a dead slave killed in six slashes The love, I can't let it go So now I gotta let 'em know I'm food for the deaf and blind Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind The love, I can't let it go So now I gotta let 'em know These stories you will marvel over Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier Follow the leader, turn a skeptic into a believer I am a leader to the desperate and to the beleaguered I am a leader to the reckless, the death of a preacher Who's left in the bleachers? Get respect like I stepped in for Jeter Take a bow, Mr. Nichols, you are legendary Considerin' that your future is still a cemetery Sick in the head, my mama say it's hereditary I'm dead already, don't gotta say what has been said already Her teacher deep in the Serengeti Teachin' them kids how to live and avoid the seven deadly Sins, a disciple in black Timbs What Michael was back then with rifles and MAC-10s Who am I kiddin' though? I'm just another n***a, bro Even been to prison, convicted felon and criminal You can't doubt the talent, the wisdom, knowledge, or vision though I'm just tryna balance the little dollars I'm given, bro Ten years ago, the pain was just a lil' different Now, my glory seems just a lil' distant Eliminatin' the enemies what I'm known for I got friends I don't even pick up the phone for The love for provin' people wrong is just keepin' me livin' Tellin' me what I'd never do is just keepin' me driven What a catastrophe, I'm drastically iller than half of these n***as surpa**in' me Pain & Glory, the masterpiece The love, I can't let it go So now I gotta let 'em know I'm food for the deaf and blind Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind The love, I can't let it go So now I gotta let 'em know These stories you will marvel over Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier Man, man, I'm telling you, papi And I wanna get this, uh— this organization started with you Only we can do it, let me tell you the idea Alright, it's like, where we start this, like, youth league, right? Like football league, basketball, football I mean, basketball, football, softball for girls and boys I'ma get all the rappers to adopt a team Each rapper has his own team; Coolio have his team, Trap have his team, I have my team and we play And the rappers the one that put the money up, we get to see it, we play We have like, the churches come out and sell food We have the fathers and the uncles and all the men in the community, they do security They get they respect back for the kids and everything Then, we have the FOI come out We got the deacons from the church, they do security And we just play football, baseball, you know, get that community spirit going again Then on the weekends, we have block parties Every rapper gotta get up, every rapper, n***a If you got a record out, you gotta get up for us, you gotta come do a free show for the hood And it's like a lil' tour, so we do that and we get all the communities back together I'm talking to Al Sharpton about this, some other motherf**kers with some power And then when we do that, we register the voters And if we can register 'em for Democrats, Republican, or Independent Once we register the voters, we have power
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