| I’m just your average man, managing myself around the circles
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| Paddling through ravage and water to stay on surface
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| Babble up to those who battle against the workers
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| Champion the folks with an adequate sense of purpose
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| Flow sick, got it down so quick, cause you know my pen is blazing
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| Modern day lamentation
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| For a medicated generation
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| Poppin pills to the left and the right
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| Just to get through the night
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| Man, you all just scared that I can’t do for the rest of your life
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| I got my credit car, debit card always in my pocket
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| Clear my mind, make me blind all over little bit of options
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| Hand tied to the back
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| And I’m blind to the fact
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| That it’s all so wrong
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| Got me oblivious to what is going on
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| And when the night time comes
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| You better get some rest
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| Cause you know that we got work to do
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| This whole situation, got me disillusioned
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| And you don’t know what we’re going through
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| Said: when the night time comes
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| You better get some rest
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| Cause you know that we got work to do
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| This whole situation, got me disillusioned
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| And you don’t know what we’re going through
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| I’m might be mumbling like Mister Edge
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| Strong out on prescription meds
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| Numbing down my senses till my confidence is stripped to shreds
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| Money got us kneeling like a kick to the chin
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| Money we don’t even have will make us spit in the wind
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| But I fight for the risk to get of the shoulder path
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| Make us feel like a rolled up cab
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| All you do is smoke in the back
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| Helping the man to put a hole in the map
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| To mark the spot where you used to stand, ain’t that a shame
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| Now it’s numbers in the name, puppets in the game, mixed in the same damn chain-
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| System, free the people, breeding evil, thinking that’s it’s freedom like
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| We’re all a bunch of high exalted, god-created equals
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| But if the money leads us, the leaders must be followers
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| Headed where the mighty dollar is, maybe that’s just what the problem is
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| And when the night time comes
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| You better get some rest
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| Cause you know that we got work to do
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| This whole situation, got me disillusioned
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| And you don’t know what we’re going through
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| Said: when the night time comes
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| You better get some rest
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| Cause you know that we got work to do
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| This whole situation, got me disillusioned
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| And you don’t know what we’re going through |