_& I got nothing left to give
_if I got nothing for these solitary kids
sometimes when I was younger, used to wish that I could
elevate or desolate my thoughts streamin', now I'm old enough
to feel the pressure 'tween the centuries envelop me, I thank god
I pass through these times with my third eye open, wish I had a couple more
or I could pop a can that ever really close a few
for forty winks against the reigning avarice so hazardous
label living fathomless
what you doing after this?
oh these nights so cavernous
sometimes when I get underneath the tide
I try to ride it to the best of my ability to kill the world a little, but I
recognize that hatred not source of every trouble
but result, to pick the fault, adding insult to injury,
the jury's still out, so pump the verdict in the nervous system
so pump the verdict in the nervous system
pump the verdict in the nervous system
labor is detention, love is not convention
struggle say depression is the mother of invention
once upon a time I thought intention was the only thing I ever had to mention
and I lived it by extension, then I thought
the only thing that mattered was the ends, I mean
and how far you descend to get there just depends
and when I came back up I got the bends,
broke a mirror with my second hands
and then I thought I would transcend
put a dollar in and hit the vend
take too many and I never lend
trail I bled is how I led
now I see I'm only on the mend
suffering is said, it's all up in your head
send a tremble shudder
treble speed to
stutter step
the guillotine before they
wanna bastardize the honey bee
_& I got nothing left to give
_if I got nothing for these solitary kids
walking down the alabaster alleyway, paved in dirty flagstones
sinking but the city places higher value on their historicity
than literacy, I don't have a patience level high enough to tolerate
the regency and
if you told me time was limited, I wasn't listening, too busy
making other people's sandwiches, giving in a little
every day to heartlessness,
I'll part with this as soon as I get smart with this,
but I know farther its
so nebulous, defibrilate my sense of my identity
find out that all that dignity's a function of humility,
cash out check reality to center my integrity—
and if at this point you're still with me, see
the instrument of the position lies within you
even when they
wanna skin you
the instrument of the position lies within you
the instrument of the position lies within you
You determine which way you face, which way you face when the sun is rising.
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