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Brother pleaseNo more Pamela Lee's, let's set it straightI'm the biggest thing out of CanadaTil Quebec separateAnd I never medicateSo y'all feel me if I'm illLike a lump - some dudes usedTo burn down trees now they're stumped by the simplest questionsAnd everything they think is deceptionAs they sink in depressionNo telling where our life's headedI'm light-headedFrom scraps where I right hooks like a fight methodLike credit I'm indebted for my misuseMy life is like a magazine - got so many issuesGod edits the storiesStill trying to find the father like MauryHe ain't with the stars like... Tori Spelling'sSpell it out like N.O.R.E. on a quest for glory... on a quest for glory...In my life and timesWriting rhymesHas gone from being my releaseTo putting who I be in my release soI can release itEventually recoup, maybe cop a coupeLetras de cancionesAnd in a year or two re-lease itI prolly get screwed but who read leases?Legal jargon, people bargainI'll prolly keep the car an'Just hope it don't Crash like Don CheadleStarring with these non-peaceful heartsAnd minds with strong egosThat only see what they want to see like on TivoDarlingI gotta maintain just in my own way (chill)We gon play these snakes like the phone gameAnd we don't say jack - just bring it back to the factsWhen it comes time to rock like the stone ageOn a quest for glory... on a quest for glory... From Letras Mania