| Now this world is curled up in a ball that’s set
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| Spinning
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| You gotta hustle to get by
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| But get children and eat right
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| Before you sleep tight in a pine box
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| You gotta find meaning in life before time stops
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| The truth is we all make stupid excuses
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| Trying to find truth but the truth is elusive
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| You gotta find peace
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| And the fact that it’s useless to seek real truth
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| Cos it’s just an illusion
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| But I don’t wanna seem overly jaded
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| I don’t know a thing but I really can fake it quite
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| Well
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| Enough that it sounds convincing
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| Like the so-called benefits of ginseng
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| But whatever happens I’ve abided
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| To try to live righteous I’ve decided
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| That this existence can’t be rushed
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| Cos it’s much 2 much 2 much 2 much
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| Just 2 much
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| It’s much 2 much for us
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| With so much to lose
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| Let me get ready to choose
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| There’s much too many rules, many people confused
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| And there’s much more to learn, much more to observe
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| Many must find a cure but it’s very obscure
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| Much of us lost and we must be found
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| Much of us up but we all come down til we’re dust under
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| The ground
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| There’s much too many clowns when the circus is in town
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| Much too many frowns, too many to count
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| But it’s all part of the race
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| And we all rush to get a good place
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| But it’s much too much to react to and try to discuss
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| In a short verse
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| Too much to say too much to rehearse
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| Too many words emerge to create sounds
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| That make crowds much too proud to get down
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| Move
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| Too many men and women frustrated and out of touch
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| It’s just too much
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| It’s much 2 much for us
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| Now there’s much too much difference in the haves and
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| Have-nots
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| Much too many jails, caged people in padlocks
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| Much too many mothers camped out in the crack spots
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| Much too many cats getting shot in the back
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| Pop! |
| Pop!
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| Too many glocks, hip hop’s getting hard to watch
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| Too many gimmicks and it just won’t stop
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| Too many third world kids walking without socks
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| Living in boxes and the water is toxic
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| Too many dying too many crying too many lying
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| Eyeing you up and down and trying to snatch your crown
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| Too many pounds are wasted
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| Too many places are polluted so let’s face it
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| Too much to handle too much to cope with
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| Much 2 much info to maintain focus
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| And much of us can’t see the big picture
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| That all of us are really just brothers and sisters
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