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I know, we back We home, let’s go I know, we back We home, let’s go Check it out Born this way, the universe wasn’t formed in a day Praise the lord and pray, we the children of God Better learn how to walk this way Try to walk with faith, but it’s hard What more could I say? I feel I’m cursed, so I talk this way Gotta write what I’m livin’ in graffiti It’s the hood hieroglyphics So I’m lookin’ for a wall to spray You could picture me rollin’ You could picture me holdin’ You could never picture me foldin’ Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man Kiss my entire colon Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen It’s all for the silver and gold You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road Man this middle-of-the-road shit really getting old Which one is the Real You? I don’t know it’s still you Letras de cancionesHow can I tell if you under a spell Did the Fake You kill you? Better pass the mic in the afterlife If so let me spit flows Good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice Born again like I passed away Castigated for being honest Caught bail like a Castaway Because I feel like I’m swimmin’ on an island When I’m gettin’ introspective: that’s radio silence When I’m fuckin’ up program directives: that’s radio violence You were the one who wants to slow me down I’m a criminal when you’re around What makes me think you would love me? What makes you want to attack me? Born this way, woke up like this The midpoint between science and religion Is tryna find out what the meaning of life is October 3rd, ‘75, my birth is a blessing Ain’t no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better I live on the edge, I’ll send you a postcard Fuck a phone, I got a chip on my neck that’s a close call Turn the lights off, see how we glow in the dark Or we growin’ apart or tryna survive the flood like we in Noah’s Ark We battin’ down the hatchets and we set sail Tryna get far away from inhalin’ them chemtrails My intel says they makin’ people out of the stem cells The gun's our sunflower seed - we love to spit shells When them super soakers get let off it don’t end well I ain't know you like to get wet, dog, like Denzel They hype it up like marketers, sparklin’ like a fish scale Till’ you chasin’ a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale It’s criminal You were the one who wants to slow me down I’m a criminal when you’re around What makes me think you would love me? What makes you want to attack me? Born this way, Capricorn, L.A On the day of January 15th Out the king his tomb, torn from a warm womb Formed from the clay Existence shifting from the essence uplifting And the presence just drifting, gifting Though this mortal caught up with mystic lessons from the sage California spoiled the blessing, blissed up But first spread the knowledge(?), space I kissed Death in it’s face Low identity complex like this left in his place Proud to say, no awarded torment to my rejection And if this made is somewhat befuddled I struggled to hustle and come up with the bloodfall (?) boroughs, I’m pressin’ issues It’s business that’s mixed with pleasure It’s (?) to play and get paid During this clone of (?) DNA You should know more about the donors confessing Medula from prenatal (?) (???) (?) Mixed with liquor with salt, the hardcore drugs in my system Sick of desire to be delivered wisdom Poor black, white sexy texture of lovers like jungle fever Wild zebras to make this fetus - brother, the son of my father (???) (?) elixirs and musical meters In physics you should explore or visit more exquisite shores in districts Take a breather, believe in your epic God, remember you are a descendant of natural leaders Extended from both (?) and (?) In new testaments, heaven’s an image in books Messages, read ‘em Scriptures, look at the various sizes of giants in Egyptian pictures Stonehenge to do with the mathematics of Mayans and metholithic structures Evidence frequencies evades us We’re just the latest with the (?) And made it out of the poor star dust We’re made in His image, but God is great From Letras Mania