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These seconds, these minutes right here

You know who they belong to?

Us

That's why they call 'em ours

It took sacrifice, much loss before the gain

Paid a drastic price, misfortune and disdain

Framed a shattered life, the forfeits and the pain

All the saddest sights, the coffins and the stains

On days wish I could save the children that we was

We didn't spare they eyes from all the killings and the drugs

Steppin' and protectin' them from feelin' any slugs

Many ways mediate, the savior healin' any grudge

'Cause in and out the lab bouts was bad, so habits grew

The steel cold, you don't grow real old actin' new

And you can count from all my accounts, the stats is true

To think some was tickled pink when we was beat black and blue

A knave to say we show it sympathy cause I know essentially

All the dastard actions that was happenin', I was meant to see

Dug a lot of work when I was broke and inoperative

Felt a lot of hurt before I spoke this provocative

Heart was ice for that cream, tryin' to scoop money

Now breathe for seeds, whether you throw dirt or root for me

These seconds, these minutes are ours

These seconds, these minutes are ours

These seconds, these minutes are ours

These seconds, these minutes are ours

They ours

So do what you gotta do man, cause you dont get no more

A finite number

Gotta seize every, every moment

From crooked boy to honest man, the latter's gone

I speak promised land, the common plan - Babylon

My thwarted thoughts faced for years probably ran marathon

I care to say, if I ever sail away, the plan's Avalon

I vent for all the days I spent positioned in the basement

Feel I had to heal myself, physician and the patient

Was urged home for all the wrong, my riff with immigration

I boast to learn my culture 'fore I picked assimilation

The dose of lies, up close you'll find raps they wisen

At most they rhyme to gross, mine's appetizing

Peep the god though, I speak a hard flow of argot

To steal for meal but for real, I used to starve though

The routes I scored I doubt the Lord ever condone

Steps was reckless, reppin' for precious metals and stone

But now knowledge power, this assemblance evidence shown

Walk with ghosts of close family and friends, I'm never alone

These seconds, these minutes are ours

These seconds, these minutes are ours

These seconds, these minutes are ours

These seconds, these minutes are ours

So accept this - not for its intrinsic value, but as a token

These hours are ours

Make a better place

Mines, yours

It's our time

This that good shit, the fly shit, the real shit

Build, **** all that destroyin', let's live

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