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[verse 1]
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these big words, of course- i’m overloaded
with a tendency to spit them with intricacy and focus
caution: i can’t see the bullsh-t, it’s funny
i guess that’s the price you pay when vision isn’t 20/20
all the thought in my head have turned to voices
and i can’t really ignore them, they provide me with the choices
that i face, and then the answer or the outcome or whatever
and some problems i’ve experienced then rhyming them together
i swear, that life is just a dream inside a dream
inside a dream inside a dream, you know at least that’s what it seems
and frankly, i don’t wanna have myself confused
so it’s not about attention; destiny is fairly loose
if i change it, did i change it to the point of playing god
and if not, well what’s the point? if there is one, i forgot
all these counterfeit decisions and morals that i encounter
on a day to day basis are putting hands on the counter
gotta step back, gaze at life, look at what you’ve done-
life never ends; today, your next one has begun

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i’m falling asleep at the wheel, so can you feel the rumble strip?
i can’t tell if it’s real, or if it’s just a figment of my imagination…
mental vacation, tactile vibration
oscillation, i’m regurgitating all these supplements i’ve taken to receive appreciation
dissociation: think that i can make it
please don’t ever take it, i’m about to lose my patience

[verse 2]
dissociated, rehabilitation is a vital procedure that has to be initiated
changing the placement; there’s nothing left to do
but ignore the constructive criticism given to you
it’s a tough life; i’m sure you’ve figured this out
but i figured it’s a vigorous proposal let down
it’s alright like: i never meant to fall off
but it’s hard to stand your ground when they’re saying ‘get lost’
i’m hard on myself: i know i got it good
i don’t wanna grow up, but i guess i should
i guess i would, find a way to start it over
i’m alone and growing colder, got a chip within my shoulder
put my verses in the folder, got a line or two at most
prolly finish it tomorrow, if my conscience isn’t broke
white rapper- i’m a joke; plus i’m from the farmville
nasal cavities are full of cow manure and barn smells
so whoever thinks you gotta be black, and bust caps in they -ss, is my example of whack. (x2)

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