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You see yourself in the mirror, and you feel safe 'cause it looks familiar, but your afraid to open up your soul, 'cause you don't really know, who's the person deep within. 'cause you content with just being the name brand man, and you fail to see that it's trivial. Insignificant, you addicted to material. I've seen your kind before, you're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store, packaged up with incense sticks, with vegatarian meals. To you thats righteous, you're fiction like books. You need to go out to life and look, 'cause.. what happens when they take your material and you already sold ya sould, and it's gone going.. You say that, time is mone and money is time, so you got your mind on your money and your money on your mind. But what about that crime that you did to get paid and what about that bid, you can't take it to your grave. All that money that you got, gon' be gone. That gear that you rock, gon' be gone. The house up on the hill, gon' be gone. The gold fronts on your grill, gon' be gone. The ice on your wrist, gon' be gone. That nice little miss, gon' be gone. That whip that you roll, gon' be gone. And what's worse is your soul already gone…
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