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Someday we gon' rise up on that wind, you know. Someday we gon' dance with those lions. Someday we gon' break free from these chains and keep on flyin'.

They tellin' it's all good, just wait. You know you're gonna be there someday. Sippin' on Jim Beam, okay. Gotta get these things one day. Till then do another line, you know, searching for that other high. Stop, or I gotta steal then steal. Kill or I'm gonna be killed. I got a sack in my pocket, conscious yellin': "Drop it." You know we're gonna lose it someday. And we tryin' to hold it all together but the devil is too clever so: I'm gon' die, you gon' die, we gon' die, someday...one day, I said...

Try to lie but it ain't me, ain't me. Try to look, but I can't see. Can't stop right now, 'cause I'm too far and I can't keep goin', 'cause it's too hard. In the day, in the night; it's the same thing. On the field, on the block; it's the same game. On the real if you stop, then it's no pain, but if you can't feel pain then it's no gain. Rearrange and you change, and it's all bad and you try to maintain but you fall back. And you crawl and you slip and you slide down. Wanna make it to the top, better start now. So I hold my soul and I die hard all alone in the night, in the graveyard. Someday, one day, I'm gonna be free and they won't try to kill me for being me. Hey...someday.