I feel that I'm at a place where the world's getting
savage, I'm
gona have to animate words in a manour of ways
you've never heard, I'm a jack of the trades, never
asked to be getting hurt with the passin' of age.
We're on a new page readin' a guide not,
hatin' on anybody in devious times, i try to
uncover a liberty that be in your mind, if you're
one in yourself, then you're one of a kind, make a
promise, you're never gona follow the side of your
heart that aint real, I know say it's hard being
human, and i know half of us ill from
yard to, every damn part of the world. No
steppin' out the path, of arguin' 'n' the past is
gettin farther away, we gotta be fast to stop,
targettin' other people n believing in crap,
treatin' each other badly what's the reason of that?

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