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I live like a ship on a wave Dragged by the deep, still paving a way A slave for the day, Set sails north and I let the force of the wind take me away Take me away, sight's on a star What's outside's inside who we are What's inside's outside who we are So who am I to define who we are? Or who we're really not But they all get ill and do the Millie Rock They all sell souls at a mill-a-pop That's a millipede, running Hip Hop One thing I know, I am not them I'm not slipping cuz I got Him Lucy’s gripping cuz she got them They ain't tripping cuz they balling
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Idols
I live like a ship on a wave Dragged by the deep, still paving a way A slave for the day, Set sails north and I let the force of the wind take me away Take me away, sight's on a star What's outside's inside who we are What's inside's outside who we are So who am I to define who we are? Or who we're really not But they all get ill and do the Millie Rock They all sell souls at a mill-a-pop That's a millipede, running Hip Hop One thing I know, I am not them I'm not slipping cuz I got Him Lucy’s gripping cuz she got them They ain't tripping cuz they balling
The struggle of a Hip Hop fan in the Idolatry of modern Pop culture.
JoseHurtado
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
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