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    Hook: (x2)
    The more I look around the more it hurts
    My livelihook is poisoned my works
    Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer
    With a foreign face and
    Tongue and
    Slightly
    Twisted view of this time and space
    Space cadet Ace
    Reporting from base
    The water hasn't a taste
    The time and the place
    The paper, the chase the race
    Again
    Verse 1:
    Manifestation, reva-lation-lution
    Retro-bution solution
    My people are poor community war
    What's the rivalry for?
    The poor can't afford
    Self genocide
    Help 'em aside
    He's on your side of the fight
    Yep, but unfortunatley
    Unproportionately out of order
    We have Kaos
    Kaos to order they're closing the border
    It's a flip of the quarter
    For the players, existing in this game
    I'm sensing a change
    That all will come to pass
    Then a movement of the mass
    But who am I to tell on who will prevail
    And who's fail and who in the hell
    Are you going to tell?
    You're new to the trail
    Your doomed to sail
    Away
    Keep watching your backs
    And cover your tracks
    Get up on the facts and relax
    And as the dust settles another one bites
    He fights but he lost his life device
    He's iced my advice
    Don't play unless you plan to pay the price
    Hook
    The more I look around the more it hurts (x5)
    I quiety go berserk when I work
    Hoping to find that part of my mind
    That's mostly confine and blind
    Yes pure and refined
    Untampered with time
    Subliminal sublime
    The criminal's crime
    I reach and climb
    I keep it refined I speak and I grind
    Away
    Keep watching your back and cover your tracks
    get up on the facts and relax
    And as the dust settles another one bites
    He fights but he lost his life device
    He's iced my advice
    Don't play unless you plan to pay the price
    Hook
    We all hurt sometimes. Don't we?
    We all get hurt sometimes. Don't we?
    We all laugh sometimes. Don't we?
    We often pass the time. Don't we?
    We all get mad sometimes. Don't we?
    We all can flash at times. Can't we?
    Have some piece of mind?
    Don't we need to seize the time? Don't we?
    Life is FUCKED up
    But it can be
    Some people just lucked up
    Because they can see
    The shit is chaotic in disguise
    Guns and narcotics for or demise
    And don't forget the lies
    They pump you with
    I rise to the occasion without a scratch or abrasion
    Just a hop, skip, and jump
    Away from a rock hit and a drunk
    No loitering here
    Aye y'all can't hang out after dark here
    Excuse me sir but you can't park here!
    I mean tell your dogs that they can't bark here
    I mean the world is moving baby
    But you gotta just Hold on
    But Sometimes you can't just hold on
    You gotta just let it go
    Let, let, let, let, let it go

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