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Chorus X2

I'm a do me ,
Till the sun dies ,
I'm a do me ,
Till I don't know me ,
Till I can see free ,
Let me be ,
I'm a let you free ,
Till ya know me ,
I'm a do me

Verse 1

Pacing down the street racing down with my feet ,
As I'm lacing up my shoes , Gotta slim taste of the ,
Blues , Without clues but I call it truths , As deuce ,
Let me be in use , A couple size bigger pants ,
Maybe a few on a slants , But how else am I to keep my gats ,
And my straps , Keepin goin even if I'm runnin on flats ,
Make circles sqaures no corners but theres 4 forieners ,
Haters knowin der , Blowin der , Goin der ,
I see the light , Thats why everytime i spit , Fire ignites ,
And the lights turn bright , Let a young hood nigga see sight ,
Befo he lost in da hood of the cave , Till he down to the old days ,
And bustin work as a slave , Till I'm rottin dead in my grave ,
I gotta keep it hood , I gotta keep it brave , Till the flow I com ein ,
Becomes a dark ass cave ,

Chorus X2

I'm a do me ,
Till the sun dies ,
I'm a do me ,
Till I don't know me ,
Till I can see free ,
Let me be ,
I'm a let you free ,
Till ya know me ,
I'm a do me

Verse 2

Yo,
Concentration and levitation in the hood meditation ,
Appreciation sittin with a sawn off shot gun in the station ,
Waitin patiently for a nation , To save me from elegation ,
To where I am me , Being a emcee living life eternally ,
Through poetry ... Or hip hop , Cause dis shit will not stop ,
When a gat go off all ya hear is pop pop , When a gat go off ,
All ya see is drop drop , So I ride in my drop top , Living life ,
Clean as a machine doing his routine , Tastin good lickin fingers ,
Like poutine , Stress free , But Living stressfully , How could ,
God hate me , Maybe , Cause he don't see , What I see ,
In life to be , Naw I ain't hating on thee , Just never bin there ,
AS you can see...

Chorus X2

I'm a do me ,
Till the sun dies ,
I'm a do me ,
Till I don't know me ,
Till I can see free ,
Let me be ,
I'm a let you free ,
Till ya know me ,
I'm a do me

Verse 3

Till lava boils over water , Till I'm married gota daughter ,
Dis rap shit is in my palms , N I will continue to drop bombs ,
I don't give a fuck diss me , Hate on me , I'm a do me ,
Let this shit be , Before I run out go through a hate full sea ,
Without a life of poetry , I couldn't live , I couldn't forgive ,
Man..I don't know where I would be but thankfully I'm here to ,
Live life eternally till I'm dead burried below where hopefully ,
I grow slow to get to big to even be below , With death ,
Sippin gin n juice with the devil.