There's a way to the light
Let me go, I just wanna do right
Be a man, take good care of my wife
Keep it simple and move on with my life
But you keep telling me I can't
This is me, this is just how I'll act
For forever, might as well get a latch
'Cuz you and I are never unattached
So I try to hit you with a bat
Or a hatchet, anything to detach
Cuz I know that if I feed into that
You'll get fat, and my soul will collapse
And then God said...
It won't always be this way
You ain't gotta think tomorrow is your yesterday
You just gotta take a breath
'For you take another step
Cry it out if you gotta
It won't take none from your honor
Keep it poppin' for poppin's sake, if that is how you feel
Remember to pack your brakes cuz you're gonna appeal
To everyone and their momma
Your light is that of Obama
So this little light of yours, nigga you gotta let it shine!!

Shine, shine, shine, shine
Let it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Let it shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Nigga gotta let it...

I told Kerim...
I'm ready to get married
He said you sure?
I said yeah, he said boy
Look you better go home, like right now, and think about this shit
Cuz there's only one wedding that I'm going to for Cliff
Ain't no second, ain't no third, ain't no motherfuckin fourth
So you better make the right fucking choice, choice, choice, choice
I'm talking sexual urges drivin' you crazy
I'm talkin' when you got babies
And she want special occasions
But you can't make it
Cuz you busy makin' shit
To bring the bacon in
What you gon' say to them
How you gon' relate to them
When you just glad you made it in
Hopin' to grab a pin
Smoke it and call your friends
Tell em bout where you been
Plan out some other sessions
And maybe call up your reverend
To discuss revelations, proverbs and Jesus's essence
And, you know, like, big shit like that dog
Cuz your main, niggas still, out here making cat calls
And you tapped out from the bat calls
Can't cover it cuz your mask off
Flashing lights from the left, right
And all of a sudden your path lost
Now you gotta, erode the blocks, fill and the marks, with bath salt
Shamen Courtney layin' hands on
Suckin' out your demons
Feelin' like you you Kanye
Nah, feelin' like I'm Andre
Feelin' like, I got mad shit on my chest now
I can't wait to get it out
These cops are trynna shoot at me
These karens trynna loot at me
These women wanna kill
These niggas want me to give them some meditation, want me to give them yoga
When I don't know what to tell em, and I can't get no control of
My emotions, they everywhere, nothing even makes sense anymore
My thoughts are distorted and dog my confidence been destroyed
What do you but submit?
Shit, this is truly yours... This is Cliff

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