A Day in a Week in a Year

A day, in a week, in a year
 Where e'rything exactly as you feared
 Lightning could strike me right here
 Right here, holdin' a phone to my ear
 The rest of my life I'ma be like, "Yo, I was standin' right there."
 Boxes under the stairs
 Found some old Nike Airs, still tight
 Dust 'em off like, I remember workin' nights for this pair
 Nightmares of what it'll be like
 Lights from your flight's landing gear draw near
 If I knew you was comin', woulda picked somethin' more debonair
 Best laid plans of mice and tin men
 I was dead, didn't need to pretend when the bayonet went in
 A army of fiends she put chrysanthemums and daffodils
 In the burnt end of they crack stems
 Tears stream down they cheeks, just really, really weep
 But in the end
 They hit-they hit the pipe again
 If I lose, it was rigged
 I'm the man if I win
 Before settlin' on a narrative, I took 'em all for a spin
 On black ice
 Steering locked
 Driftin'
 Calm from the shock, oncomin' brights hot
 On the windshield it's one particular raindrop
 Caught strugglin' in the incandescence
 Took my hands off the wheel and cut the engine
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 Do we fight it?
 Do we like it?
 How do we recognize it?
 How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)
 So we like (do we fight it?)
 So we like (do we like it?)
 I don't know
 I don't know
 Grenades attached to rockets
 And eager to tell you the names of they prophets
 Rappers runnin' outta gas
 Halfway through they second project
 My buildin' smell like burnt chocolate
 Knockin' that new Young Lil Willie Bosket
 Paradise in a gold watch
 I was right, the price was a lot (that shit's expensive)
 Mildly disappointed that all those guns was props
 You tinkered with the flow, but yo
 The whole style rocks (somebody gotta say it)
 Who knows, though? Nowadays maybe you gotta shoot your shot
 I dipped in the fog, rollin' right off the lock
 Put drums on the bock
 It's a game of inches, like when Police beat you to the fuckin' spot
 Kept walking, head down, waitin' to hear stop
 Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn underneath the three clocks
 Unsurprised when the choppers chop
 I read the play, hatchet job, but you work with what you got
 Life is just two quarters in the machine
 But, either you got it or don't that's the thing
 I was still hittin' the buttons, "Game Over" on the screen
 Dollar movie theater, dingy foyer, little kid, not a penny to my name
 Fuckin' with the joystick, pretendin' I was really playin'
 Pretendin' I was really playin'
 Pretendin' I was really playin'
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 Do we fight it?
 Do we like it?
 How do we recognize it?
 How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)
 So we like (do we fight it?)
 So we like (do we like it?)
 I don't know
 I don't know
 Do we fight it?
 Do we like it?
 How do we recognize it?
 How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)
 Do we like it?
 So we like it?
 I don't know (how do we recognize it?)
 I don't know (how do we recognize it?)
 I don't know
 I don't know
 I don't know
 I don't know