| I am conflicted
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| Traveling the path of the soul, so gifted
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| Still unable to break the mold, I lifted
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| The veil and still could not see
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| Insisted my existence began with me
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| Seems that I lost much, lost touch of reality
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| It cost much of the soul what a fallacy
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| This world is at times, I can’t escape
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| See myself with new eyes, now I’m trying to take
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| The first step on a path that I know is paved with much difficulty
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| So I think I must save myself from a world that is falling down
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| All around me
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| I hear the sounds of laughter calling after me, falling too fast
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| My close friends are asking me
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| Casting their glance at each other as they speak with outstretched hands
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| Like I might be a victim of circumstance
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| But I run
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| If you reach a dead end trail
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| Pray to god it’ll never fail
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| We’ve all walked in each other’s shoes
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| But everybody sings the blues
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| Under the sky cross the land with a horse
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| It felt like the sky and the land were divorced
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| The way wasn’t easy, a rock in the past
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| Said «what's the matter with you» and the rock just laughed
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| Carrying a load for the conscious untoiling
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| I went to the water and the water was boiling
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| The load was heavy and rocks filled my course
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| My horse drank the water and the water killed my horse
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| I tried to keep going, weak in the knee
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| A righteous wind blew and it was speaking to me
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| The way seemed harder since my horse been dead
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| I couldn’t understand everything the wind said
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| Looked up at the sky and seen something strange
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| Returned to my country and my country was up in flames
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| The trees were bleeding; |
| they said they couldn’t hide me
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| Where will I run to without my horse beside me?
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| Just like King Midas turned things to gold
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| I touched my soul and felt my warm blood turn cold
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| I was told we paint the picture we want to see
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| The dream, she’s the woman, I’m a machine
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| Jacqueline is my mother, but not Onassis
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| Wearing sunglasses taking me to pray on Sunday
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| Not one day, but three, we attended the church
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| Watched my father get up, grab the bible, and then work
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| The scripture, get the picture?
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| Preacher in my blood
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| And people in my hood, no threat of attack
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| Just a jean jacket and an Arcade quarter to numb the fact
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| From a peasy headed kid who was afraid to be black?
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| Imagine that type of ghetto, it still isn’t settled
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| I play sex pistols and listened to heavy metal
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| I ate lunch all by myself in a meadow
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| And healed every scar with wishing to be a star
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| Now it’s on, so tell me why I sing a sad song
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| Who’s the pawn, was I being fooled all along?
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| Not at all cause now I’m strong
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| Innocence deterred, was never gone, I feel it coming, the break of dawn |