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Fuel injection on a blank page |
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My mental splurges and emerges from nothing |
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I'm the forgotten |
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The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom |
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We don't know him, we don't owe him |
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Poetic justice with no poem |
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I study my art 'til I'm blue in the face |
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No time to waste, my heart's on the plate |
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The soul and life force dancing on the timelines |
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These ain't rhymes no more, they're straight sermons |
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For urban suburban Babylonian contours |
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Raw roll up raw, sounds of war |
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To drown out the police and their tracking device |
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Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice |
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'Cause they transmit and receive |
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Best know the beast will listen |
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Throw your glitz as they strip your assets |
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How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part |
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In your own damn demise |
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You money-grips need to get more wise |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Pursue it, pursue it |
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My I-tal views come from this I-tal brew |
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Something about these struggles and the things they do |
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The peace-bringers, quote-key-quote singers |
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That ring us for nothing in this marketplace |
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Could be target grace, a new-tical movement |
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Bringing an improvement to mind and soul |
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Life's a bitch, we tired of the bitching |
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Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching |
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How much money must we waste 'til we see |
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Them self-made heroes that we make for ourself |
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Goodbye old me, say hello to the new |
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Please Lord Jesus, help me get through |
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Can I be a man for my baby boo |
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What's a grown man supposing he to do |
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When the world at large be scared of the truth |
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I got good reason to be uncouth |
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Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof |
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And I really don't got much nice to say |
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When day-to-day is pure bills to pay |
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So how am I supposed to change my ways |
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When this world at large seems to lead me astray |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Pursue it, pursue it |
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Transfixed by an apparent |
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Will in the way |
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To seize the day |
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Accept us to social fray |
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Most remember what the media push |
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There goes the crooks who fiddle the books |
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And run scot-free 'cause money reigns supreme |
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In the gene of the fiends |
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Chemical warfare |
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Biological warfare |
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The near is never seen |
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Man and machine |
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Getting into things |
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While some claim road and some claim blame |
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Oblivious to the time that we're living in |
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The misled mislead |
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Afflicted by the greed |
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Government man keep fighting down the weed |
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While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone |
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And use the taxpayer's money to develop their clones |
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Misinformation |
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Mass sedation |
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Nations baited for spiritual rapings |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it |
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The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it |
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Pursue it, pursue it... |
