| Life be moving fast, don’t it?
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| Each second its own component
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| Long uncountable amounts of happy times and lonely moments
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| You were crafted built to last
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| To every soul He gives a task
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| Recollection is the only way you can relive the past
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| All that you were able to recall and in between spots
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| Memories are life events rethought in mental screen shots
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| Any type of advice you get or thinking after life is next
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| ‘cause in the grand infinite scheme we’re only here a micro spec
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| Self-reflection increases ‘cause each birthday that leaves us leads to degrees
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| of aging to our facial features
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| Transformations we just don’t perceive but they still reach us
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| lay beneath what situations teach us
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| But they diminish so don’t act as if your days are endless
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| Know that your physical traits are only a fading image
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| A time will come you’ll have to leave this post without a vote
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| ‘cause one day you’ll evaporate and vanish like a cloud of smoke
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| Like a cloud of smoke
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| Gone like a cloud of smoke
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| All will disappear as the years, months and the hours go
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| Hard to try to grow while simultaneously tryna cope
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| Existence temporary, you can’t stay when it decides to go
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| The ticking clock propels us through the life phases that held us
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| Generational cycles take us from babies to elders
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| Somewhere in between, the body and mental align
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| You feel invincible in mind as you enter your prime
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| The years can prove to be unkind when you’ve been through the grind
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| And over time, your energy will begin to decline
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| People we used to touch are now only viewed in our spirits
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| We start to see the years remove our friends' youthful appearance
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| Time is proven, all molecular units are moving
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| Gathered masses of matter we never knew were illusions
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| We share the same places trillions of past occupants
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| Many of them that history was unable to document
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| So each version of ourselves we see them and leave them
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| Memory not even guaranteed to cerebrally freeze them
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| They all will cease to be despite how you’re seeking to keep them
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| Retrieving previous seasons is the reason we need them
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| Gone like a cloud of smoke
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| Gone like a cloud of smoke
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| All will disappear as the years, months and the hours go
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| Hard to try to grow while simultaneously tryna cope
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| Existence temporary, you can’t stay when it decides to go
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| Picture a smoke cloud from the moment that it’s sent out
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| It starts and grows large then it begins to slowly thin out
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| You see it in its fullness as it passes through the physical
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| Then it dispels eventually, waning 'til it’s invisible
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| And this is typical of all life forms that we know
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| From animals to plant life, insects and all people
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| The path of organic transformation is continual
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| And when you’re through, you may not resemble how some remembered you
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| ‘cause days pass
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| You begin to age and gain gray hairs
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| The way that you once looked, you’re unable to stay there
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| The mind matures more with each day of wisdom absorbance
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| ‘cause things you used to love before are no longer important
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| If your gradual change is hard to fathom
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| Get a picture of yourself from every decade and compare them
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| Then you might understand this concept I’m tryna tell you
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| And dwell on the effect you’ll have on people who inhale you |