| The world is well balanced like karma is
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| Do you find freedom on the front line where the army is
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| Or in your mind opening the left part of this
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| I feel it in-between my bones just like the cartilage
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| When I’m parting this world I won’t be sad
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| The true gift was the blessing of life that I’ve had
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| You can think that I’m mad, Ol' Leaf’s on some hippy shit
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| It took a lot of changes in me to consider it
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| Inspired by an old ancient manuscript
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| The Mayans did predict
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| But can you handle it
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| It’s a sign of the times that’s hidden in the lines
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| The description is what the indigenous define
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| Assure as the sun won’t shine, and the rain falling
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| The balance is untold in this life we all in
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| On this misty morning, I zone, at one
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| With the things that molded how I’ve grown
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| Looking at the bigger picture
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| There’ll always be people like Hitler
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| And balancing it out
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| Mother Teresa tryna fix the world
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| Then Ghandi making sure the scales don’t tip turn
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| That darker side but thats just the mix in life’s elixir
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| Without bad theres no good, without wood theres no fire
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| Without the hood the posh house price wouldn’t be higher
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| No stronger no weaker, no stupid no deeper
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| No dick dropping rubbish theres no work for street sweepers
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| Without life there’d be no death
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| And that I don’t stop the pain
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| Just concentrate on the memories they left
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| When I’m looking at the stars I realise
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| I’m just a speck on the Earth’s surface
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| I measure my worth by my intellect
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| We’ve all got a purpose, some people got three
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| Some people fall in line and others have got dreams
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| We all do our best with the tools we were given
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| Shit my hammer and chisel is this life that I’m living'
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| Life in the balance, scales of justice
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| Reach for answers, but failed to touch it
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| My mind lost in this, defined by my opposite
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| Life in the balance, rise to the challenge
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| Eight steps away
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| In fact flip that eight on its side
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| Because now I infinitely chase
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| For that intimate embrace with lady luck
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| I mean fuck, how long can someone stay in a rut?
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| I’m like 'no'
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| You see thats all on me, to re-evaluate my goal
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| And forget the greed, but sometimes I think
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| Do I know myself? |
| And if not
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| Is that why I can’t control myself?
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| I got a family man I should be responsible
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| Same time mind states held in that constant ball
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| That’s why my girls so stressed hey
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| 'Cos I get under your skin like an X-Ray
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| But lets pray that it change for the best
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| Deep breath to the chest, now I’m ready for the next day
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| Your in life with the next brain
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| Tryna be the opposite like a sex change
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| Focus head space
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| Its like I’m standin' on the moon staring at the world
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| Tryna work out the balance of this life we hold
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| It’s all a mystery encrypted in the Mayan scrolls
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| The cycle of the fifth sun is coming to a close
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| 2012 will only truly show us what that holds
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| The plot thickens as I stand here to break the mold
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| Got my hands out, tryin' not to feel the cold
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| But some people walkin' by are fueled with an icy soul
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| Tools by they side, they take your life for your frigging phone
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| Others feel helpless, the selfless give a child a home
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| Rich feed the rich while the others just apply for loans
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| Money buys everything, but love that’s the finest gold
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| I gotta live fast and won’t be dying barely old
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| Hedonistic lifestyles reflect how our lives unfold
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| Life is one big cycle like the vinyl spinnin' round it goes
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| And it goes
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| Equilibrium
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| See a billion desperate parts conjoined and deified brilliance
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| Grand amphibians, submerged in slime
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| Emerging like blood when blunt words collide
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| The sun burnt his eyes, the ice sliced his feet to bits
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| But you ain’t gotta teach it shit
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| 'Cos the change is instinctual, the pace is unthinkable
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| But never put your faith in a fake individual
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| Balance
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| From the fangs and the mandibles and talons
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| To mannicles and batons to cannons
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| To mechanical contraptions, fashioned out of passion
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| That could turn the Earth back to a burnt black chasm
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| Shit happens
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| Atoms, bound by compassion
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| To fractal patterns I saw spinning
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| In the caverns of my mind once, it all ties up
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| If I could see a bright sky shine when my eyes shut |