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A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte I'm fortunate to be alive Can't explain how I got here, but we've arrived The deliverance of diligence from which we strive It's the feelin'—it's no ceilin', is when we rise Fortunate to have friends who don't synthesize I keep good company—we enterprize Had a strong gaze since infant eyes I guess I can see the power in the prize It's innervized by the streets identified Other people's struggles, I don't minimize Fortunate to be born and raised in the Chi Salt-of-the-earth people with the bravest eye They say, "Your guy is the truth"—I wasn't raised to lie Fortunate to be so que sera Every day that I get up, I trace the sky And draw with the most high on the place that I am And that's fortunate A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte Letras de cancionesA água mais pura da fonte Fortunate for the breath of life And the breath of the Lord through Reverend Wright Fortunate in my house ain't a desperate wife I study life so I can test the mic The laboratory of a rapper's story from the alley to the allegory I pour a rhyme into time, let it travel for me The one with self is the biggest battle for me Fortunate when I was twelve, I let rap allure me Fortunate through the wilderness, I see the trees In the forest, there's a lotta fallen MCs Fortunate that the God shared the lessons He returned to the essence—I still feel his presence Most of my bretherin are from '87 Childhood friends—I'm glad that I kept 'em Fortunate for the wisdom of the elders And my grandmother and mother's love that never failed us I'm fortunate A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte A água mais pura da fonte Fortunate I was raised 'round my uncle Steve And my uncle Charles—they both told me, "Believe" The seeds of a revolutionary; evolutions vary Necessary to become fruits and berries of our labor Told ya, "Search for a savior" Fortunate I had a chance to raise her In the days on the unknown I'm fortunate to come home to blocks we fought, we swung on Fortunate the Lord put me on a path To use the microphone for a rod and a staff Fortunate that my heart and the beat knocks The Windy City street bop; I'm fortunate for Pete Rock (Ayy) I'm fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Ow!) (Come on) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Ayy) (Come on) (Say what?) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Ah) (Ow!) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Woo-wee!) (Yeah) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Ah) Fortunate —da fonte (Come on) (Yes) I'm fortunate —pura da fonte (Uh) (Let's go) I'm fortunate —da fonte (Uh) (Ow!) (Say what?) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Ow!) (Yeah) (Woo-wee!) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (We fortunate) (Uh-huh) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (What?) (Let's get it) Fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Uh-huh) I'm fortunate A água mais pura da fonte (Ah) Fortunate —da fonte (Yeah) (Yeah) (What?) Fortunate —da fonte I'm fortunate —pura da fonte (Uh) (Yeah) (Come on) Fortunate A água— From Letras Mania