| My mind’s changed
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| It’s part of living this life
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| So wrong or right
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| We expand our mind
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| Cause my mind’s changed
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| I don’t know what to say
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| Along the way many wrongs in this place
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| Caused my mind’s changed
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| The things were better before
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| I ain’t sure that they matter anymore
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| Cause my mind’s changed
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| My mind’s changed
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| In my mind a thousand characters battle to be heard
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| Each one screaming at the top of there lungs
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| So I can’t make out a word
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| And all occasion
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| One of the fools within my cranium
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| Recovers the rules, discovers the tools
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| For good communication
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| And the beatens ceases a million Jigsaw pieces
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| Shard of my shattered childhood fit together so easy
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| And violence has meaning
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| Poverty is honourable
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| That’s me projecting back
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| From the space I am now
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| When you in and you live it
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| It is more than just horrible
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| Any day you wake up your life can announce
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| Don’t quote me statistics
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| That won’t cure the feelings
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| When I can see the life expectancy is half of my pares
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| I done made it to thirty
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| Further than my mother
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| Four Corners, lions went off the rails
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| But never did get caught
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| Maybe the strength from my mind
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| Or powers divine
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| Or good old fashion love will explain it just fine
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| Swat team never past the stick that matter
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| You squashed the beef
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| Time the lord you promise to just cock and squeeze
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| I want that God
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| I was just acting
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| The pride and the confines of my mind
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| I was trapped in
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| Funny how shit work
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| The way how we grew up
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| See how the other brother face straight screw up
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| Now I see my brothers and I see my reflections
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| Don’t mean not prepared for the worst
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| That mean I just ain’t expecting
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| And the fear, and the crave and protecting
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| The need and direction
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| I no longer feel the need to mask those aggressions
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| In my mind I would die for the things I believe
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| One of the mind’s greatest powers is how it deceives
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| And you beliefs, is silent
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| Tell your people dialogue
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| Still you got to maintain conviction and never trying to stop
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| And I do not, know
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| No can I tell u surely
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| Surely, that pure speculation
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| That’s not put before me
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| But what the mind conceives
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| I strive to achieve
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| It’s cliche
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| As the phrase say, I believe it’s true indeed
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| Believe is powerful
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| The image of christ
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| Got half the entire planet believing that the saviour is white
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| And skin bleaching and such other sickness
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| Must be understood within us
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| Mind’s more evaded by
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| Multi purposed layered image
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| Ye many different mind’s resort the same
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| That we share a power switch
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| Soon cut this cord
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| Disconnect from our minds
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| Ye I called thind mind mine
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| The one, know nothing is in
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| Can’t define it much
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| Cause find it doesn’t reside in my brain
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| In my mind is a nation of it’s own
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| That I don’t condone
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| Much less control
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| The occupy the form
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| But know that I’m the servant
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| More like an observer
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| Powerless to stop myself
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| Witnessing the murder
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| It’s a curve and I’m recurving it
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| Nothing is ever certain
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| Cause the story tell us freestyle
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| And making up the word
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| And as it goes along
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| Just to throw me off
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| So I don’t know the plot
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| Even though I am on screen
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| Take the credits from new open shops
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| And that may sound cryptic
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| But I ain’t got a clue
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| How to explain to you
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| The things that we go through
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| I know that you feel it too
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| You know more control than I
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| It’s a charge, I wish they find the cure so I wouldn’t die
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| Seem like we charged that we would call alone
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| Along, thinking with discipline is 20 years old
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| Ye I gone back in time for only two minutes
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| The chapter on my mind is why i produce
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| It’s an overload
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| It’s in the coded code
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| We know it’s on the only show
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| On the road
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| Been told, ever since it hit Rome
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| Never showing them the cause of the flow
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| That a force to change the course
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| So we reaping and sewing
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| See the mind is the reason why we fooled up a lot
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| And if you troubling someone’s loved ones
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| Then we fiending for blood
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| I want to grow up
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| And grow down
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| And go back into the ground
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| And some of the things produced by the mind
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| Might just stick around |