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(Verse #1) I live the high life with lowlifes who want life to go/ Down the middle of the marketplace where souls are bought and sold/ In Rap Olympics, forfeit when the starting pistol sounds/ Make my words like safety nets so I can catch heads on the way down/ Found limits the breath that I breathe in this life that I lead/ It's where the city's smog infested skyline infects my lifetime/ Bring sentences to life like, See spot run across the freeway/ You can catch it on the Fox News instant replay/ I start the finished product minus the first sign of a blemish/ Trek towards the infinite if I can break this line of scrimmage/ Skywalk through clones attacking me, myself and Samuel Jackson/ To live life firsthand 'til the second hand is reversed/ Blurt words written down, world wishing I'd curse them out/ So they can call me a hypocrite and disrespect what I'm about/ Flirt with disastrous methods, lessons pressed on earthquakes/ Make soundtracks for your life with every move that I make... (Hook) My life moves and it changes and it grows/ My life, I fight for life throughout the highs and lows/ My life is sacrifice, open wounds and broken habits/ My life, come here, take a second look at it/ My life moves and it changes and it grows/ My life, I fight for life throughout the highs and lows/ My life is just a token, a tool for you to see with/ Letras de cancionesIt's my life, but here, you can take it if you need it... (Verse #2) I got my mind on money that I buried inside the backyard/ Slaves to the industry push the plow, get their backs scarred/ I'm thinking how to snatch your shotgun before you shoot it/ The mountains are all snowcapped but the beaches are all polluted/ I still walk the narrow path tightrope style, eyes open to the trials/ While most of ya'll stay in denial/ Hold on like a child to what's real, the rest falls by the wayside/ Trace the hands of time to touch the face of El Shaddai/ But some of ya'll don't play right, you bite backs and attack life/ My back to the wall, eyes glued to the eyes of Christ/ That's right, fan base is where open ears can listen/ Bump big business, my fast ball shatters the competition/ Win at least the division for the vision and still insisting/ That we can gain the power, run the labels and make the decisions/ My life, write songs for you and the people on your block/ It'll blast on 88 whether the majors want it or not/ Just breathe. Breathe in the pain that comes with the growing/ Kiss the ground I walk upon and thank my God for the whole thing/ Take the bull by the horns because I gotta do something/ A nation of manchildren is now under construction... (Hook) (Verse #3) I've slap-boxed with my brother and broken bread with whose buying/ Crouching tiger to hidden gratitude, impossible for me to see/ The divine schematics or divide the triune through mathematics/ Stand with a mic in my right hand with the left clutching a crucifix/ I haven't felt this worn down since I last listened to Ludacris/ But I'm born new every morning, look in the mirror asking Who is this?/ See the battle scars I've earned, oh yeah, I remember now/ I'm the one who builds 'til walls are torn down, so what now?/ The crowd disperses, dry wit falls off my person/ Manifest destiny, show my faith through action in remixed versions/ Dress the wounded with compassion no matter who's the victor/ Expose the world to the Son's light and I hope they all get blistered/ A mystery of life lived and you can't know until you live this/ 'Til you fall on your face everyday and ask Him for forgiveness/ Hide my rage where I can't find it 'cause it always keeps me blinded/ I'm still living my life and this here is just a reminder... (Hook) From Letras Mania