| Silence is what we all need for a minute
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| Dyin’is what we want to avoid while we’re livin'
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| Life and tryin’to make some noise
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| The screams sort of seem like we’re cryin'
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| Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh
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| And rhymin’keeps the posture of my back in fair condition
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| But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen?
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| Climbin’a mountain that might eventually crumble
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| It’s a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes
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| Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding
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| I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding
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| Strivin’to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity
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| While we’re all buyin’the government’s repent from social security
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| Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax
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| I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap
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| Exercisin’my brain
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| Realizin’that pain will be arrivin'
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| If I dive into the cesspool of my mind
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| So I’m rewindin’the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly
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| Not easily blinded
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| Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling’s weep
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| I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal
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| Strangely changing climate as they increase the level
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| I said I wouldn’t sign shit, 'cause I don’t want to meet the devil
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| But I lost my mind, and I’m tryin’to find it in the dimension of space
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| between bass and treble
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| Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can’t count
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| Chatter is the substance that comes from most people’s mouth
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| Matter is what you don’t to me, he don’t to she, we don’t to we But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life’s about
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| Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations
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| Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination
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| Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego
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| But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation
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| Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch
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| Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich
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| The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites
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| And if you don’t ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life’s a bitch
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| Nothing gets you nowhere
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| But everything gets you somewhere
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| One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin’to run bare |