| Uplifting, uprooting the veins of the tree
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| So many branches have withered and dieing so slowly
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| And only confusion and common delusion
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| Can be the result of the path that you’re choosing
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| To walk or to run under the moon or the sun
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| Taking of space, being a star or trying to become one
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| We’re undone meaning that we’re yet to finish
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| We got many more albums before our title’s diminished or
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| Relinquished
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| On to the game for the young cats to eat up
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| Until then we’re holding it down throwing the east up
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| Piece up what’s left of my so called mind
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| And put my pen to the paper and rhyme
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| Oh shit, no shit
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| You ain’t got a notion for that shit
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| We’re under water and wondering how wet we can get
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| We’re soaking to the point that we’re out spoken
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| Now I think I got your mind open, can we come in
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| Starve your fear, feed your life
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| You’ll find that you might
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| Be completely different all together
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| And then you’ll decide which one you like better
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| I’m not afraid I’ma go to work with a gauge
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| And with the help of a barricade I’ma make the front page
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| I’m not afraid but when the TV keeps playing
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| I can see faces of people and the voices keep saying
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| Starve your fear, feed your life
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| Let me see you mother fuckers deal with that shit every night
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| I wanna see one of you walking in my shoes
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| And in less than six seconds you’ll be begging
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| To take them off and be you
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| I’m never alone and clone drones that look like me
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| But to follow every move that I make is not likely
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| Don’t take it lightly
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| This shit is heavy like a gang of fat bitches
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| Who love to wear their clothes tightly
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| I’m more afraid of myself than anything else
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| This world can hurdle at me
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| Disease, war and slap me if I’m going in another direction
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| I can’t help it when I get to disecting I get infected
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| Starve your fear, feed your life
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| You’ll find that you might
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| Be completely different all together |