The sky is falling, the wind is calling
Stand for something, or die in the morning
Life Will Put Many Red Lights In Front Of You, But Sometimes We Must Push On The Gas And Trust God
We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
Look inside my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich.
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exists...
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go.
Know your place, and dedicate your role
...To the faith that you'll die alone
My whole thing is to inspire, to better people, to better myself forever in this thing that we call rap, this thing that we call hip hop.
Everybody looking at you crazy,
What you gon' do?
Lift up your head and keep moving,
Or let the paranoia haunt you?
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel
Don't you know your imperfections is a wonderful blessing, from heaven is where you got it from
I'm standing on a field full of landmines doing the moonwalk hoping i blow up in time
Consequences from evil will make your past haunt you
It's the beauty in her, But when the makeup occur, I don't see it, All i see is a blur
I'd rather not live like there isn't a God Then die and find out there really is Think about it
I cut off my ears before i hear your advice and vice versa
I don't sugarcoat it you'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it
It's deep-rooted, the music of being young and dumb,
It's never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from.
Let bygones be bygones...but where I'm from,
We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young.
We all seem to stumble, planning our own demise,
Getting the big picture, and making it wallet-sized.
And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death,
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats...
Maybe cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death,
Really stuck in the scheme of wondering when I'mma rest.
Every time I write these words they become a taboo,
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true,
Living my life in the margin, and that metaphor was proof.
I wanted the next family to hurt, because you made my family hurt. Them emotions were still running in me... Whether I'm a rap star or not, if I still feel like that, then I'm part of the problem rather than the solution.
A lot of incredible rap albums over the past couple of decades have deserved Album of the Year. To Pimp a Butterfly is an extension of those albums.
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