| Well this is real talk, this is non-stop
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| It is looped now tongue and mind
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| Played off the sidewalk, straight to your boombox
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| How it travels from ear to memory
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| Well this is medicine, there’s a message within
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| And each will find it in their own time
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| Well this is music, this is how I use it
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| It makes you move and move the movement
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| This is how I focus, knowing it’s not hopeless
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| But it sure starts with me and ends on a whole note
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| Musical medicine, this is my healing
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| For past and present future things to come
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| I see people stressin' over space and possessions
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| Out of fear and a need for visual aids of our abundance
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| Give me examples or something tangible
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| Something I can get my hands on and find real meaning
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| Where is the medicine, well I’ve been searching
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| And I suppose each will find their own kind
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| Well everything’s at stake, it makes it hard to concentrate
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| And there are men who see a war and see a paycheck
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| Such different programming, to live so fearfully
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| Terror this and terror that, terrible reality
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| There is no medicine on the television
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| So turn it off and turn yourself around
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| And let’s just face it, the world’s fuckin' racist
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| Even the most peaceful of us gets caught in the trend
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| To live cohesively is almost a fantasy
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| And we ought to know it starts with humbling our egos
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| What is the medicine for cultural woundin'?
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| Has its moments, has its melodies, has its time
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| Well I was listening to the outgoing seasons
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| About climate change and some of the reasons
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| When the sky opened, like I been hopin'
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| And there came horses by the thousands
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| And there was thunder on their tongues, and lightning on their minds
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| And they were singing this old melody from some other time
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| They sang don’t waste your hate
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| Rather gather and create
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| Be of service, be a sensible person
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| Use your words and don’t be nervous
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| You can do this, you’ve got purpose
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| Find your medicine and use it
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| They sang don’t waste your hate
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| Rather gather and create
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| Be of service, be a sensible person
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| Use your words and don’t be nervous
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| You can do this, you’ve got purpose
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| Find your medicine and use it |