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A cam is a rotating or sliding piece in a mechanical linkage used especially in transforming rotary motion into linear motion. It is often a part of a rotating wheel (e.g. an eccentric wheel) or shaft (e.g. a cylinder with an irregular shape) that strikes a lever at one or more points on its circular path. The cam can be a simple tooth, as is used to deliver pulses of power to a steam hammer, for example, or an eccentric disc or other shape that produces a smooth reciprocating (back and forth) motion in the follower, which is a lever making contact with the cam. more »

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Ever since the kid
Was a snotty nose
Been aware that I'm worth
More than a pot of gold
Cold like gelato
Do you feel the vibe
From my almighty vibrato
Bitch I'm trying be Picasso
Painting pictures with these scriptures
Hope these words eternal
Hop over every hurdle
Like this king got wings
I don't see eye to eye 
With my opposition
F*ck the coalition
Follow my heart like a religion
Patient for the paper 
I don't need to chase 
So my blessings never late 
They just happen
When they need to 
Trying remain peaceful
Duck and dodge the evils
They closer than you thank 
You could miss it if you blank
But I'm ready for whatever
I'm prepared in any weather
This game of life 
Is chess not checkers
Little room for error
And even if it happen 
That shit don't define me 
This fade came in all flavors bitch 
You should try me

My soul not for sale 
If I fall I'll prevail
I know life no fairy tale 
Why lord they don't want me 
To be free?
No shackles on my mind
Color outside the lines
They wish I would fall in line
Why lord they don't want me 
To be free?
Praying that I see another sunrise
It's no surprise that they wanna
See my demise
Only way imma stop
If a nigga six feet deep
My soul not for sale
If I fall I'll prevail
I know life no fairy tale
Why lord they don't want me
To be free?

We dying from those 
Who protect a serve 
And saying mothafuck twelve 
Till we leave this earth
The hate that you got for me
It must run deep
Cause my ancestors 
Were hung in ya fam's tree
I know it make ya sick to ya stomach
That ya child love a wild nigga
Who you think is trouble
But you all wrong
Smiling cheek to cheek
Like I'm Louis Armstrong 
When the city come together 
You bitches must play along
Now the whole world knows 
How this shit goes
Y'all on ya toes
It could all be so simple
You taking family members 
And turning wives to widows 
This system ain't designed 
For niggas to 
climb out 
Black skin black whip
Bout to blackout 
The revolution televised
Go turn on surround sound
You can see me in the background
Marching with my people 
Saying we will never back down
Or be silent 
 
My soul not for sale 
If I fall I'll prevail
I know life no fairy tale 
Why lord they don't want me 
To be free?
No shackles on my mind
Color outside the lines
They wish I would fall in line
Why lord they don't want me 
To be free?
Praying that I see another sunrise
It's no surprise that they wanna
See my demise
Only way imma stop
If a nigga six feet deep
My soul not for sale
If I fall I'll prevail
I know life no fairy tale
Why lord they don't want me
To be free?

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