| Flooooow
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| Floooooooow
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| Flooooow
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| Flooooooooow
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| Straight for a country man, I got to get through to you
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| Mixed with I do with Zion I, Is special and you knew it, too
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| Time free your mind, expansion and we on the grind
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| answering the question to, where the hell am I gonna find
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| Bliss
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| My soul’s music is timeless
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| keep it close to your heart
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| it’s art at its finest
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| A pint is not enough
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| liquid courage to go around
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| so when i draw from the universe
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| I put it into this sound
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| Would’ve been lost, but found myself in the process
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| of getting up over and over and dealing with gods tests
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| You best to believe my quest to relieve
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| Pain it still remains
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| but frame by frame we make the sickest scene
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| the most equipped of teams
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| tower with tall torches
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| only the weak hearted wilt like cowards with no voices
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| of course the choice is yours
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| pick the lock to open doors
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| get the crop to go for more and
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| where ever the wind blows
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| me and my trusty pen go
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| and at the drop of a ten cent coin, I let my men know
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| get past the windows, the walls, and the fences
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| let down your guards and come to your senses
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| let it flow
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| Flooooow
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| I sit back relax and vocalize my free
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| Dumb cause some tell of emotion lacks inside of me
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| I play the lottery of life
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| You on the rule-a-roulette (?)
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| pullin a card, but it’s hard not to sweat
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| Place your bets
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| you ain’t a gambler?
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| well (?) I’mma handle ya low
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| I got some tools for the small to grow
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| a A-O
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| Now let it flow
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| Ill bring it lower than the code in my ebony soul
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| turn into diamonds cause i’m dyin to know
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| what is the process, we droppin this
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| genesis, appocolypse the opposites
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| Can’t have light with out the darkness
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| I’m Sparticus, Posiedon, (?), and Orion,
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| I’m before yesterday
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| and tomorrow, I’m magnifying the…
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| lost hope
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| the ones we were scared of
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| the child in the big green field who wants a hug
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| I’m a natural, black classical thoughts generate
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| pressure build, always cut the skill with some heat
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| and my vertigo
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| halo
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| sometimes you shouldn’t say no
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| we clean out the stuck to see you spit the drain-o
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| now lets go
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| and that’s fo sho
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| I’ve seen sideways days, with a slight grey haze
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| when the right ways, they don’t pay
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| but they build personality and character
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| origionality will carry ya, like a chariot in area
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| while others stare and laugh, me I’m just preparing that
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| passion pent to the point, where one can only dare to act
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| natural in my pressence, cause were all of the earths essense
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| bring it out from the root, sing it out like some true feelings
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| uninhibited from the ceiling to the floor
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| and beyond what man’s made, cause I stand for so much more
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| And I plan for that though, but can’t demand for that, so
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| when i don’t know, I let the wind blow
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| I spend my days in limo, where the sun is a temple
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| and we all walk around laughing, indo (?)
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| It’s like a maze, what I been through, though it all seems so simple
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| hind sights 20−20, yet it’s hard to continue
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| in the now, when the style ain’t really versitile,
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| and you get caught up lookin out the window
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| I mean don’t be watchin me when you got someplace to be
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| suck a nipple, blink, your old grey and crippled
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| so let it flow |