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Andrew Aaron Mineo (born April 17, 1988), is an American Christian hip hop artist, producer, and video director from New York City. He is signed to Reach Records and his creative initiative Miner League. In addition to his solo work, he is a member of Reach Records' hip hop collective 116 Clique. Originally from Syracuse, Mineo worked as a producer in high school at Henninger High School in Upstate New York, and joined the hip-hop group Fat Camp, signed to Syracuse University's Marshall Street Records. After moving to New York City, he realized his weak spiritual condition, re-dedicated his life to Christ and closed down his production studio in order to restart his career. He independently released his first mixtape Sin is Wack in 2009 and joined a community… more »

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Nobody ever make it out alive (whoo)
This ain't first class I got upgraded
Penny pinchin' rapper even though I made it
Mama got her clothes from garage sales
Took the low so I could have the top shelf, yeah
Humble thyself or God will
Youngin' with a little drive like a Hot Wheel, yeah
Now it's pop culture when you're poppin' pills, right?
Rather have us medicated than healed, right?
Look, blog said I'm in album mode
Boy, I'm always in album mode
My slice need the a la modé
New York, like Al Capone
Whole squad in the Patagon'
My girl b-b-bad, bad to the bone
I keep losin' my wedding ring
I gotta go get that tatted on
I'm–out in Europe, it feel just like the borough
Shoutin' "YERR" Spent a Euro, got dessert, that's that churro
Need that word, that's eternal
I write the rap, no journal
My pen got me some wins, I feel like Joe Paterno, aye
I don't got no time for beefin' with nobody else
I've been dealin' with my demons, I been beefin' with myself
I need Heaven down on Earth 'cause it's feelin' like it's Hell
That's all that I can do, uh

Ah
1 a.m., I ain't sleepin'
2 a.m., I ain't sleepin' (not at all)
3 a.m., I ain't sleepin' (wide awake)
Maybe I should get some sleep in

I got angels flyin' all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin' down on me
On me, on me

Every sword got two edges
How will I be remembered?

I got angels flyin' all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin' down on me (on me, on me)
I got angels flyin' all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin' down on me, on me, on me

Standing alone in the parking lot of The Truman Show
Privy to things I never knew before
Laying flowers at the casket of a twenty-two-year-old me
It sound unusual, but listen death is beautiful, see
Nothing grows until it finally dies
And you don't ever find the truth until you find the lies (well)
Now that I've–started pulling the strings, some things are unraveling
And I don't like what I'm seeing but yet I proceed (deconstruction)
This the moment I hold it all in question
It's terrifying 'cause there ain't nothing to rest in
The sense of a lost direction, it's messy but still I press
And I'm desperate to find the answer, I can't go on with the guessing
Did 81 percent of the people I call my brethren
Put an elephant in the room and say it was Heaven-sent?
I don't know what Bible you reading, what God you believe in
But that don't sound like reason, it sound like you sleeping
So I'm leaving, this my Last Supper who treatin'?
Take a stand for the knee and your Nikes still creasin'
I let it all fall apart then I took the pieces
Reconstructing everything I once believed in, yeah

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