"Hope I See You" genre: Rap
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	Story Behind the Song The ultimate consideration. Lyrics HOPE I SEE YOU Verse 1 Your last day is elusive, a moment in time when it ends/ We abandon the family, enemies and friends/ The Grim reaper lands one square on the chin, sooner or later/ we get called like a pager/ We block it out of our minds and repress it/ The first chest pain, then your courage is tested/ Life feels like a never-ending haze/ of hustling to get paid/ Living a life you wanna trade/ Most of the time we’re not content/ life got you bent/ bul—t box you in/ every now and then Bliss knocks again/ then the temporary happiness is lost to sin/ A pendulum, a see-saw, back and forth, up and down/ First you’re feeling “King Heroin” and then it’s “Jump Around”/ Even the rich claim life’s a b—ch / but the poor as p—s catch so much d—k they oughta switch/ Chorus It’s all over in a minute or two/ don’t worry about me, I won’t worry ‘bout you (cause)/ It’s over in a minute or two/ Hope I see you on the other side/ Verse 2 The Great Equalizer, visiting all measure of man/ and woman/ my clan, your clan/ altering more plans/ Than natural disasters/ you run like Marion Jones, Death runs faster/ It’s putting everything in perspective/ philosophies on life that proved ineffective/ Vendettas, loves and lifelong goals/ Beauties and trolls, silver and gold/ the ultimate lack of control/ Interrogating ideas in your mind/ about fairytale-sounding religions of mankind/ Wondering if life was senseless/ and if the other side’s beautiful will you even miss this?/ Face-to-face with the reality of the spirit/ flesh can’t get near it, thugs don’t want to hear it/ The demented and the twisted and intellectually gifted/ be quick to dismiss it, now they gotta punch their ticket/ Repeat Chorus Verse 3 All that bull about hanging in Hell with the hoods/ when your breathing stutters, that’s no more good/ Ain’t no atheists in fox holes/ or gripping chest wounds oozing in ghetto streets’ potholes/ Later for fronting hard, fatality is a mother/ seeing the misty eyes of your Navy Seal brother/ Death is darker than a closet under thick covers/ Compared to death, Saran Wrap can’t smother/ storm a cumulus hovers, passing overhead making me dizzy/ I guess it’s time to get busy/ The gravity of the grave is tugging/ life’s luggage I’m lugging, But I’ll soon be bugging/ On that reality that inspired the Matrix/ last breath, then the Presence got the place lit/ A glorified body, now I got a face lift/ my body is straight stiff, praying is a late tip/ Repeat Chorus

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