| I’m feelin' kinda helpless now
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| I’m in a box, lookin' out at shifting grounds
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| Interpretin' new sounds
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| My eyes were sharp and then I found out
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| This shit’s way to profound for me sober
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| I’ve been searchin' for some other
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| Right beside myself like you don’t provide the help
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| The clarity for me to see
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| The lies and deceit that they try to pull over we
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| Still my people, they sufferin'
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| Yeah, my people stay sufferin'
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| And in the streets, there is mumblin'
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| I feel your narrative crumblin'
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| May Kali’s fire burn you down
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| Rid this land free of rotten crown
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| I’m ready to make a new sound, I, I
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| Can’t contribute to the lies in this fickle paradise
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| These days, you gain truths and lose followers
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| And trust me, these blessings are workin' just how they should
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| And as things try to disguise themselves
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| Like false truths, let them go
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| Like fake news, you must move through
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| Reflect the highest you
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| Don’t allow yourself to be consumed
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| By the fear these man adhere to
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| We were put here as equal
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| This is our time, no sequel
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| Still my people, they sufferin'
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| Yeah, my people stay sufferin'
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| And in the streets, there is mumblin'
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| I feel your narrative crumblin'
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| May Kali’s fire burn you down
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| Rid this land free of rotten crown
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| I’m ready to make a new sound, I, I
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| May Kali’s fire burn you down
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| Rid this land free of rotten crown
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| I’m ready to make a new sound, I
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| Can’t contribute to the lies in this fickle paradise
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| Fuck a fickle paradise
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| Fuck a fickle paradise
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| Fuck this fickle paradise
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| Can’t contribute to the lies
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| Fuck this fickle paradise
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| Such a fickle paradise
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| Fuck this fickle paradise
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| Can’t contribute to the lies
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| Can’t contribute to the lies
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| Such a fickle paradise
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| Fuck this fickle paradise
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| Can’t contribute to the lies
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| Fuck this fickle paradise
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| Such a fickle paradise
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| Fuck this fickle paradise |