| Fuel injection on a blank page
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| My mental splurges and emerges from nothing
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| I’m the forgotten
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| The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom
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| We don’t know him, we don’t owe him
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| Poetic justice with no poem
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| I study my art 'til I’m blue in the face
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| No time to waste, my heart’s on the plate
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| The soul and life force dancing on the timelines
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| These ain’t rhymes no more, they’re straight sermons
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| For urban suburban Babylonian contours
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| Raw roll up raw, sounds of war
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| To drown out the police and their tracking device
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| Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice
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| 'Cause they transmit and receive
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| Best know the beast will listen
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| Throw your glitz as they strip your assets
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| How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part
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| In your own damn demise
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| You money-grips need to get more wise
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Pursue it, pursue it
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| My I-tal views come from this I-tal brew
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| Something about these struggles and the things they do
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| The peace-bringers, quote-key-quote singers
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| That ring us for nothing in this marketplace
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| Could be target grace, a new-tical movement
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| Bringing an improvement to mind and soul
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| Life’s a bitch, we tired of the bitching
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| Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching
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| How much money must we waste 'til we see
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| Them self-made heroes that we make for ourself
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| Goodbye old me, say hello to the new
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| Please Lord Jesus, help me get through
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| Can I be a man for my baby boo
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| What’s a grown man supposing he to do
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| When the world at large be scared of the truth
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| I got good reason to be uncouth
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| Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof
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| And I really don’t got much nice to say
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| When day-to-day is pure bills to pay
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| So how am I supposed to change my ways
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| When this world at large seems to lead me astray
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Pursue it, pursue it
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| Transfixed by an apparent
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| Will in the way
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| To seize the day
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| Accept us to social fray
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| Most remember what the media push
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| There goes the crooks who fiddle the books
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| And run scot-free 'cause money reigns supreme
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| In the gene of the fiends
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| Chemical warfare
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| Biological warfare
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| The near is never seen
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| Man and machine
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| Getting into things
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| While some claim road and some claim blame
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| Oblivious to the time that we’re living in
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| The misled mislead
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| Afflicted by the greed
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| Government man keep fighting down the weed
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| While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone
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| And use the taxpayer’s money to develop their clones
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| Misinformation
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| Mass sedation
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| Nations baited for spiritual rapings
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
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| The choice is there ain’t no choice but to pursue it
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| Pursue it, pursue it… |