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[00:07.25](1: Deacon)
[00:56.19]You was manifested in an egg, developed in a womb
[00:58.88]Born out of a moon belly, first day of doom
[01:01.53]Crying out like you wanna be put back in there
[01:04.37]Maybe later in an incubator for more care
[01:07.00]Alone, get to your home and your cribs set
[01:09.77]Put behind bars and you ain't even lived yet
[01:13.38]On through the playpens, when will this fate end?
[01:15.11]Parents can't make rent, money from the safe spent
[01:17.97]Got building blocks out, making a house
[01:20.60]Mama with her cheese blocks setting traps for a mouse
[01:23.35]You watching her same loving hands that absorb pain, kill
[01:26.04]You're learning that life's more than a board game
[01:28.75]Still better line up the cubes in your rubix right
[01:32.37]Piece the puzzle together, there's holes in your views of life
[01:34.27]Only for sure thing is years, but you gotta fight
[01:36.94]Keep the wind to your right or hit the pen flying kites
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[01:44.17]Living in a world no different from a cell (2: Kno)
[02:01.48]Walk up the rectangle steps, take a seat on the bus
[02:04.23]Backpack, pack that sack meal for your lunch
[02:06.93]Four cornered blackboard makes you act bored
[02:09.69]No use paying attention, now you facing suspension
[02:12.36]So its back on the block and the calling you square
[02:15.12]Try to get the label off but you're glued to the cable box
[02:17.87]Closed Caption clothes and fashion, so attractive
[02:21.42]As you lay on a box spring and old mattress
[02:23.26]Choices blocked off, childhood gone
[02:25.90]Just future cubicles and retirement homes
[02:28.67]But you can't see it happening, live savagely
[02:31.44]Only thing you put passion in is Zig-Zag packaging
[02:35.06]Swallow Oxycontins to find solace
[02:36.87]You need a fix so you hit some blockhead for his wallet
[02:39.61]But the gun jams and the cops come to take ya
[02:42.39]And now that bullet ain't the only thing thats caught up in a chamber (chamber)
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[02:50.42](3: Natti)
[03:06.97]From a cellular phone to a cell on a phone
[03:09.62]Or trapped in confession seeking blessing trying to atone
[03:12.33]With no more casual pounds with the hand on the clock
[03:15.14]Now locked in city block working Lucifers Lot
[03:17.83]Down to box for success, is that true or is it not?
[03:20.59]In ya room coping with stress
[03:22.39]Smoking Kools from out that box
[03:23.29]Shit ain't cool, in detention no flinchin, that shit ain't school
[03:25.96]Cold sell for a quick sale, but April Fool!
[03:28.76]Now your case is on the docket to face a box of your peers
[03:30.53]And them bars they trying to take you to
[03:32.34]Won't nothing like Cheers
[03:34.14]Just years upon years, till your last box is near
[03:36.82]Without your participation incarceration ain't clear
[03:39.57]If the plots you got are flagrant
[03:41.38]It's best that you leave em vacant
[03:42.20]Cause there's cells in your mind, that'll free you everytime
[03:45.04]Even the tales thrown in these bars can't be confined
[03:47.70]Just be patient, nothing in life is by design
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