| Triangles and pyramids
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| Distort the true meaning, I embark on my pilgrimage
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| Journey through the sands of time
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| With flashbacks in my mind when the world was fine
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| But I rather not complain or be lab rats stuck in the maze
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| Brain still asleep ‘cause you’re stuck in the page
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| Of your social media but I can’t convict you
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| ‘cause honestly I was like a girl’s pics too
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| Huh, ya know? |
| (the prism)
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| But my mind elevated, think beyond the frame
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| We all stars but some people ain’t aligned the same
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| I know we had plans but we must have forgot
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| The blueprints when we was sitting on the edge of the dock
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| Watching the days fade away into the clear blue
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| Visualizing life in third person through the rearview
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| When you really got something to say, they don’t hear you
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| They’re muting the truth, ‘cause the prism really fears you (it's true)
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| It feels like we boxed in
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| The keys open doors but our caps they locked in
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| I feel like they watching, the camera’s on
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| Same thing everyday so what side you on?
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| ‘cause we stuck in the prism
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| They say we all free but it feels like a prison
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| We all got wings but nobody is risen
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| Can’t have insight because their vision
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| So we gotta find a exit from the prism
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| And all we need is love
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| The one thing to hold us down when push comes to shove
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| While we fighting for a balance, this world became a challenge
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| Used to be kings, now we all got to scavenge
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| For food at the bottom when you prey in this food chain
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| In this land of no religion, it’s a fool’s game
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| Devil’s waiting on the cue like a pool game
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| This world crazy as Saddam, I’m like, «Who's sane?»
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| Ooh, man (the prism)
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| The walls closing in, death started floating in
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| We got fam in the pen, I still hope for them
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| That’s why I write to inspire the next message unlimited
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| Don’t tell me you ain’t gettin' my text
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| In this economy, we suffer the inflation
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| That’s why we can’t rise, no balloons in this nation
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| But I got mine’s and I’m willing to share
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| Let’s fly away from this prism, I got room to spare, yeah
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| It feels like we boxed in
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| The keys open doors but our caps they locked in
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| I feel like they watching, the camera’s on
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| Same thing everyday so what side you on?
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| ‘cause we stuck in the prism
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| They say we all free but it feels like a prison
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| We all got wings but nobody is risen
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| Can’t have insight because their vision
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| So we gotta find a exit from the prism
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| Gotta get away, gotta get a-way
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| Gotta get away, gotta get a-way
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| Gotta get away, gotta get a-way
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| Gotta get away, gotta get a-way |