| For the pipe dreams of the luminous and eloquent
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| Shunned to elucidate ostentatious temperament
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| We’ve got to draw the line
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| To ostracize the talented from the contrived
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| For a gentlemen, soaked to bone in gin
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| Doing anything to leave that void he’s in
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| While the born writers craft with pen and a page
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| The charlatans preach behind a mic on a stage
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| I won’t pick to pieces what i don’t understand
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| But i know that no power nor pride makes a man
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| Forfeit conjecture, relinquish your fear
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| Stand alone in the penultimate year
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| Fear draws near, always weighing us down
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| To a family underground, an airloom stands proud
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| ‘cause he’s not so much his fathers son
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| More a product of his fathers battles won
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| Of the blood, sweat, tears, tried and true all these years
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| Through a bloodline ripe with musical pioneers
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| Unsung
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| My heart is heavy, burdened with the weight
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| Of good men and women who could’ve been great
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| A moment in it’s radiance will change your mind
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| And an hour will change your life
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| Wake up take a chance
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| Take step out your door
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| Fuck the money, fuck the fame
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| Know we can still change this world
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| Fuck the cardinal charlatans
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| Pull on that thread
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| Until the bigotry unravels and reveals amends
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| Fuck it
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| Wake up, now, take a step out your door |