| You see my mind gets to clickin'
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| And the light started blinkin'
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| Pen steady leakin'
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| Next thing «Oh we’ve got a song»
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| And time keeps on slippin' our survival seeming distant, but progression is a
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| lesson
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| And thus we move along
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| And I remember Easter when my Mom gave me that boom box
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| Boxing out the world every time I heard a tune knock
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| Knocking on my door got no response
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| I was lost in a small room in a small apartment in Boston
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| My own universe with verses bouncing off the wall in reverb
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| Pop quiz, do you remember these words?
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| «I'm the King of Rock!» |
| and til this day there is none
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| Back when musicians flaunted styles that hadn’t been done
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| And era to treasure
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| I pay homage when I put a pen to
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| The paper, drop a jewel to school you later
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| Vapor catches word matches assemble thoughts (visions)
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| Wisdom leaking through my pen
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| Speaking volumes
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| Tunes remind me blindly seeing life in 2 dimensions (inventions)
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| Amplifying what I mention
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| Word, syllable, sentence
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| Sent this to a million folks I never met
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| They regard it as an ancient epithet
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| And they haven’t even read it yet
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| Etiquette pertaining to predicate
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| My actions attracting interactions from factions seeking rations
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| Cash and jewels escape me as I walk the streets faintly
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| Panicking lately
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| Usually a calm Brother
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| I suffer, from the stress and duress of the windows that I see closing
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| Never know which ones will be open
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| And I keep hoping for a little rest
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| But doesn’t seem to be in my cards
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| So I wake up and I work hard
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| Hardly sleeping
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| Fans needing more of the raw
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| They tell me never stop
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| Well I can’t promise I’ll forever drop
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| However by request
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| From your favorite chef
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| Another rhyme written near death
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| A data platter served best
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| On a sunny day drive with some weed in your chest
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| Or in the dead of winter when you’ve got some time to invest
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| More or less horrorfest awaits those who hesitate
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| And miss their calling in life
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| This time it’s too late
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| But for now
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| Recognize that God bless the child
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| With style / support my records
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| Keep me on file
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| And I’ll bring forth
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| With sincerity of course
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| Some descriptions of my missions as I’m plotting my course
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| It’s the end of an era
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| But the dawning of a brand new age
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| Live your life inside these brand new days
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| Though they tell you it’s terror
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| It’s the dawning of a brand new age
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| Move forward in these brand new days
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| Take a look in the mirror
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| Love yourself inside these brand new days
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| If you don’t, you may molt and decay
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| Though they tell you it’s terror
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| How I know it?
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| It was wrote on my page
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| Live your life inside these brand new days |