Are you... Can you... Were you? (Felt)

It's a feeling
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 I woke up to it
 Heaven, a light with trueness
 Always a way of losing
 Compelled to knew it
 My body travelled
 My mind waits behind the music
 My crime bemuses
 Relax inside my shiny blueness
 Time: I understand it
 But I never choose it
 I can't explain it with words
 I have to do it
 The ship I came here on vanished
 We automatic
 Don't try to plan it
 But chyeah, just when it comes, handle it
 Behind the lessons
 Miles beneath the slick dressing
 Niggas is stressing
 Bout shit they should be sure they guessing
 I twirl and cool and peel the rearview 'cause they are arresting
 But wear jumpsuit and Chinese slippers
 I'm still impressive
 Up on the racks
 Old school cat from way back
 Gave him my meal 'cause he's not wiping off, that's my impression
 He asked me how you float all sharp and always have a fresh one
 And seem to know the answer to the most proverbial questions
 I told him Wanga Etches while I wrote it in a book of sketches
 I find the diamonds underneath the subtlest inflections
 Aw, dude
 The spicier the food
 When you chew, fuck they roofs
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 That's-
 That-s
 That's some' fresh
 That's some' fresh
 Nonetheless, nonetheless
 Roaming in the fields, in the fields
 At a tender age
 We learn to turn the page
 To mind the screen and stage
 To see who got the glaze
 To hustle up or fade
 Either get made or played
 Find your spot in the shade
 And nigga, get paid
 So we internalize that
 But then we customize that
 By the relationship between where our ground and our sky's at
 I slowed it down once
 Everyone was going fast
 So I sped up 'cause I ain't one to reach the end last
 To where the grimy sparkles
 Amongst the shiny talkers
 The pistol-poppers that make pretty noise and get them dollars
 And while the world watches
 We send our street scholars
 To bust some presidents in hundred-thousand-dollar watches
 Some of the Feds got us
 Some of us dead 'lotta us
 Still solid though using all the lips the streets taught us
 And what that heat cost us
 And what that loss gave us
 (Fucking with the people is always gonna come back around)
 (It's about to be)
 Big movements from below
 The golden age lies ahead
 Struck
 Goes
 Pro-
 Ceed
 You can't lie to yourself
 You can't lie how it felt
 No surprise how the cards getting dealt
 (That's why) I won't be back for a long time