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Something that I want, something that I want
 I just totally want utopia to surround my conscious
 So I can give a fuck about the fabrics that I found in my closet
 What's so bounded by sound is that her word never left me
 While the departed all counting sheep, I am busy counting my blessing
 Unc been on house arrest since his release
 Just found him dead in his sleep, dead
 Wait, This open your soul and your soul intent it's total legit
 I go throw a fit I owed unto him, he wrote from the pen
 You called on weekends, I pour out to sip if I drank
 I know the Lord give and Lord take
 But he got me choosin' between church and the music, like Mase
 Pray, that's what grandma said, I bow my head
 You still alive, you are not dead, I'm your pallbearer
 And that's the blood that I wrote this with