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Peace to Big Daddy Kane

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Well Alright,
Words are the way but the meanings can be fraud like
I hat the way we string dream right next to job
People seek peace and worship work as the God
But think who the fuck would really dream of a job
Who would fantasize being told when to get of
When you can get paid who the fuck want a boss
Who want a lunch break where the clock dictate
If you got time to sit how many bites you can take
Making money doing what you love ain’t employment
Not living on some bright side pretending you enjoy it
Pay bills and die that’s an open air prison
We all just agreed it could be all their vision
We used to pick and sharecrop until a body wear out
What we pick now is their stock in their warehouse
People that say I’m wasting time if I ain’t making a hit
Know that real money move off of relationships
But they say to


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I chased goals to the ends of the earth
Both arriving at the corner daring who would bend first
I recommend thick skin but know it still hurts
Cause bright sides lie knowing that shit sill worse
And fuck a cold world but you know it kill girth
Who knew back in black would mean all of this feel work
Most versatile verses I represent the hole
When they ask for the trick I just tell em they come and go
Some mythical algorithm say we ain’t equal
It’s love but I’m tired of talking to the same people
I got things for sell and other sellers in my way
Time be snitching on me it be telling’ it in my grays
I read all the books about being a better me
I tried to relate it to Joy Rd and Evergreen
I even paid vets as a bet on me but the
advice was all the same just do everything you know



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If it seems urgent I can be a dream merchant
But customer service ain’t slavery for purchase
It’s not a fair trade of how the fare gets paid
Govern yourself accordingly when Mayors get laid
Life can be sweet with the keys to the Kiwi
Seeing is believing even Ray inspired Stevie
The TV said to travel for a Tiki and some tea leaves
Or get away from all this foolishness they try to feed me
How can one save when every month there’s some holiday
Brainwashing my family demanding I participate
The same men telling me I miss the right niche
In Atlanta make women rich by showing their peach
Most of ya’ll should just say that I don’t know
When I pull up don’t be mad when I idle slow
They wanna hear the whole story detail in reverse
The truth makes matters worse so I’ll probably just tell em to
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