Bard or Bars: The Origin of Words

Yo, check it, here we go: To live large or to cease, that's the query,

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I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries.

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What's good ain't always what it seems, Fair is foul, and foul is fair, in these dreams. Through the fog and the haze, we grind,

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life's a shadow, a fleeting scene, Just a broke player, on the grind, mean. Struttin' and fretting, on this stage we roam, Living our hour, trying to find our own throne.

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I'm not a businessman; I'm a business, man!

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Men, at times, hold the keys to their fate. In this hustle, we carve our own way, Masters of destiny, every single day.

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From the concrete, who knew that a flower would grow.

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in this world, gotta spread the love wide, But trust? Gotta be selective, keep your side. Love all, trust a few, that's the creed, Keep it real, but watch out for those who deceive.

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Real G's move in silence like lasagna.

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Some born great, some hustle for the booth. Others, greatness comes, they ain't gotta chase,

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