I want the real thing
not the same thing
all the pain in my same old brain
called according to his purpose
and worthless till I FIND MY WAY
back to the waves
in my brain
creating stories from the frame
might need new lenses
I ain't seeing to straight
for me to beg as of late
look straight down the path of fate
too ugly to pray
fugly in my high school days
now I'm on my same shiet
watching my language
so you don't manage
so we all don't turn in to savages
eating up all the cabbages
that bitch got a badge
run so he doesn't catch my mind
running to anyone who is kind
feeling like I don't deserve the fine
what's my line
oh yeah! maybe I do but don't know why
struggling to find a reason to get high
I'm already the sky
feeling so light
no one better be flying my kite
unless I tell you it's alright
breaking through to find
everyone crying
wishing I didn't
but I did
so deal wit' it
feeling it buildin'
coming to me in a stream
carrying my friend Shean
never finding a calm
but staying that far away
here's you's a psalm
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