| Under the sun vultures looming
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| Hoping to consume a culture wounded
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| Boldly refusing to die, I’m show and proving
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| I embodied what only few can
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| Wear sincerity not the robe of Judas
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| My golden rule is, live no lie
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| I know truth is part of my focus
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| Music, art imitates life, growth included
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| I’m bond by word, hold me to it
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| My heart and nerve are accountable, no excuses
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| I never made a deal with my soul included
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| I know what’s real and I know illusions
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| Misery loves company, I chose seclusion
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| There’s degrees to separation
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| I know my true friends, and forced alliances
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| Conspiring to deny you of hearing my aspiring rhyming is timeless
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| And genuine
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| That’s where my mind is at: a reflective state
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| I weigh my mans like grams
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| Understanding there are losses when you measure weight |