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The story begins, I'm a prisoner condemned to death
Sentenced for murder, livin with this sin on my shoulder -
16 years; don't know what got me this far
In the city starin' up, lights blockin' the stars -
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[U Can't Stop This] How can I be fake with the rhymes I contemplate
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Myrna stands with her back against the wall
She holds close a trinket inscribed with her beliefs -
(1st Verse) / This food for thought, taste nutrition in these real compositions / Sit and listen live reportin' from my dimension, an extension of the mind- / That intertwines with the heart inclined with art and rhym
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A mass movement marches on DC
Predictions top millions from LA to NYC -
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They say hip-hop is evil, and I got one more chance:
That's when I turn my back: isn't it holy to dance?
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