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Okay everyone |
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put away your boyish desires |
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Your buoyant sighs |
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Your rolling eyes |
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Your lust for roll and rock |
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Your lust for getting rocks off with other follies |
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All your desires for couch and TV |
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Pick up a book, pick up a shovel |
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Put down the gun, throw up the fist |
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Throw intelligent words in this game of conversation |
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Try a new arrangement |
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Dollars and sensibility |
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Intelligence and ability |
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Eloquence and nobility |
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Delicatessens |
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Treat your girl like you treat your TV |
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How you should use your headphones and positive role models |
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Try staying home |
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Stop trying to prove |
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Stop trying to be, stop trying to do |
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Just be proof, do, and exist |
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Go to college |
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Respect your mother |
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Look out for your little sister |
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Respect no one except yourself |
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Treat all others how you expect in return |
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Exercise intellect |
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If you're lackin pretend |
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Call few people enemies and call fewer people friends |
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Don't do it for the wealth, do it all for the love |
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Love everything you do, and do nothing halfheartedly |
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Be what you speak |
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Man, never speak on what you be |
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Even if you're lost, front like you got a plan |
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It aint that hard, but stand if you're ready to be a man |
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[DoseOne] |
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I come to you |
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With one heart |
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Broken in two |
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Lashed hands and many flaws |
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a man |
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In return I ask only an ego-less unbiased listen |
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For, what I speak of offers freedom from mind |
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Freedom from a focused impulse |
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Freedom |
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And not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle |
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Union musket encompassed sense of liberty |
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Which our forefathers in Holy-Wood have fed and sold us for scores |
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I'm eluding and rightfully so to salvage clearheadedness of composed |
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fated state of human being |
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No grand inquisitor myself I pour forth a pensive frown upon and frustrated |
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Humble however furious |
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This reason for being here |
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This well you've found is phenomen-all-o-ne |
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In the immortal words of Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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A mind that is stretched to a new idea |
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never returns to its original dimension |
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Simplistically |
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Topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean |
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Body but it can be |
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Changing for and from triumph to mystery |
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Every somehow has a place |
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Where you dare not set foot and can't see a thing |
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So weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds |
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And be unbounded no longer |
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Manipulative |
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Let it go |
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Go |
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Let the wandering take it all in |
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Generate |
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Make you yours |
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My masters, my pupils, my equals |
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Drop, decorate |
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I implore you |
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Just think |
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[Alias] |
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Let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment |
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Two paths I've roamed it |
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Intention to hit home with this discussion |
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And make you pawn to strengthen your words |
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Not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds |
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Also loosely tied with opposites |
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The depths of negativity in your soul |
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Let it take control, and you can see deeper into the hole |
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Of self-destruction its obstruction of the opposite feeling |
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My fellow men and women, its love and hate with which we're dealing |
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I've experienced both words |
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Let's ponder my theory and thought |
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On these two and the correlation that each other has brought |
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I've sought the answer and I've found hate is stronger than love |
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I love to hate you, I hate to love you, hate always ends up above |
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It's much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person |
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But easier to say you love material and currency when it's dispersin |
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I've realized long ago that either word is a delicate topic so |
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Hence the circle on my finger I.D.O. on that day was my flow |
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And although I see many problems in my fellow man |
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Hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan |
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My other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings |
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I was slipping into mental remission |
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but it was brought into the healing process |
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I consider myself blessed when I think |
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Floating up above the majority makes others look like they sink |
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Hating, you give up nothing |
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Love, you give it up all |
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So I smirk at all of yall |
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While you await my downfall |
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[Slug] |
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Condescending |
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The lake dove into |
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When you finally acknowledge that I'm not pretending |
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Follow the language, the direction, the dialect |
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The cadence, the enunciation, |
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Emphasis, pretentiousness |
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Assumptions makin an ass of you |
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Point A in the air you share with me |
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Point B now draw a straight line connecting us |
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Wait, wait man who's not paying attention? |
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See, class here's the problem |
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Yall all need to stop resting and collectin dust |
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My stance resembles anger but no your perception's crooked |
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Now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page 7 |
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Where it reads that God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree |
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Now there's no reasons left for you to continue to breathe |
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Haha, just joking only trying to see who's listenin |
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Now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults |
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And the results will stay confidential |
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For as long as you face the front of your self esteem |
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Lose focus, get broken at the seams |
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Let's open up the conversation for comments |
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To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties |
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Trying to speak to the class and justify the act |
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By pointing my finger at your head and askin you what the fuck is that?! |
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Thank you, thank you |