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I took another swing and missed, that was no surprise
Then I practiced strategy, I let one go by, the umpire called it a ball
I had a proud moment
it over with
- stop being naive
Strangers to truth and to fiction
You will remain
- if I meet you at the fountainhead
- I'll win you downstream
'd rather be not here and hungry,
I'm sick when I'm not near my money,
They want me to lose but I'm gonna win,
I made it here before; I know I can make it
seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
Actin
to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York
erase all my mistakes
I’m just a man who falls on his face
Servants and kings have all felt this pain
By now I should be sick of falling on my face
seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
Actin
try to stay awake
As I clear my throat
But the sleep always wins
To slumberland I float

Now the song is almost over
So let's recap
To all of those who
seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
Actin
out being a drama fiend
I had to run the streets, see what the night brought out
Sneak in the crib
Hear my moms prayin' to God that I sprout
Take all
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room
seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
Actin
and I'm tryin' to scream out shits not fair,
I can't tell you where I'm at, or how I got here,
Surrounded by all white, maybe it's just cloudy,
Escorted
up, listen, 

Growing up with you where there's more hate then love, 
I was lookin' up to men that made money off of drugs, 
Being surrounded by