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And you don't know what's happenin Cause someone has taught you to suffer peacefully The white man do the same thing to you in the street Where he don't wanna put knots on your head And take advantage of you And don't have to be afraid of you fightin back To keep you from fightin back he get you these religious uncle Toms (God bless my momma) To teach you and me that just like Novacaine Suffer peacefully, don't stop sufferin, just suffer peacefully (God bless my momma) I once said that my life was a work of art Couple strokes on a blank canvas to hurt the heart Had a brush with death before I could learn to talk The painting's on the wall, don't wait for the verse to start You people could view it all When the weapon's out you would hope that I knew to draw Tried to frame me for a case that they knew was lost Guess I was too involved Hire a sketchy lawyer that claimed that he knew the law, huh And through it all I remained to be energetic Built a beautiful mind out of thoughts that are esoteric, hey I say hot shit like the Devil said it I may not trip cause I'm level headed Could never worship a book if I've never read it SongtextePardon me, that's kind of abstract, act like I never said it Here's the twist, when this nigga lock in, bet they gon' dread it Just forget it, I'm over ya heads, huh, I'm close to the ledge Masterpiece If I would die tragically Then you would see the craft in me, it's a masterpiece All these artists ain't half of me Cause I do this shit masterfully, it's a masterpiece Huh, a masterpiece Let me paint... Picture me hidin behind a verse No days off when it's time to supply the work Thoughts of them old folks dyin inside a church That's why I spend it all Cause you never see a U-Haul ridin behind a hearse You can't take it with you when lyin inside the dirt In a room full of snakes, beware of the liars first The jealous ones next, but most of 'em die of thirst When it comes to the naked truth, I address the entire earth, huh It's the wild wild west, and I'm Wyatt Earp I could try my best, but am I the first? I defied my death, but I might be cursed So in death I'm still born like a baby who died at birth, huh You can Google and try and search But the shit that I speak about got them people on high alert Some people want Trump dead But it's bigger than Hip-Hop, I believe in a dead Pres' I believe in a dead Pres', yeah Masterpiece If I would die tragically Then you would see the craft in me, it's a masterpiece All these artists ain't half of me Cause I do this shit masterfully It's a masterpiece, a masterpiece Aus Songtexte Mania