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letra de cultivation theory - replicator (of futurology)

[chorus]
i’m burning the candle at both ends
i’m turning into everything i regret
we’re burning everything i swear
we’re turning heaven into h-ll

[verse]
i’ve got visions of myself that are egomaniacal
i’ve got hopes of me just living well
i’ve got stories that i tell from a past that i don’t think i lived
can you guess which one’s which?
the me neither, a dream weaver
that falls feet-first into the fire that each burns disgusted
by all the vanity, but obsessed with the image in the mirror staring back at me
i’m dealing with reflections and a culture that stays on the surface
when i want to feel connected, nurtured, when i wanna live a life with a purpose
deep down all i wanna do is help
that is my heart’s truest intention
and it’s not good for my health that my mind pushing my body in conflicting directions
all this psychosocial stress, it makes me feel like a lab rat in a cage
i’ve got a million of these lines written on a page
but my advice is the last i would take
even though i dish it out in a second
if i give it to myself, i know i wouldn’t listen
so i’m left with indifference
the p-ssive observer, the witness
i need to hear something different, something new
something borrowed and something blue
a fresh perspective for my mind to wrestle with
i’m getting restless and i can’t keep penning
that i write these rhymes for me first and foremost
don’t write for hype, don’t write to endorse slogans
most day i write alone but i don’t write solo
i’m writing poems to see how far my soul goes
and the jury’s still out
i can’t count how many if any questions i’ve answered
and i can sit and act proud
but i’ve found that discounts the point of the endeavor
i define myself a million times a day
still the floodwater of doubt is swimming in my ankles
but maybe that’s the best way
‘cause if i had no fear, i doubt i’d still be standing
i’d be manhandled and reprimanded
by the animal inside that demands that i stay p-ssive
but i had the chance to see past that
and realize your dreams are only yours insomuch as you can master this craft
so the madman dance with a pad
let advance past ‘cause the sandman’ll have the last laugh when he ransacks the daft cats who act mad for the scr-p of the apple that’s cash, ah
i’ll never sleep, play me the beat and i’ve got everything i need
don’t need heat, don’t need nothing to eat
please, man, i feed off my self-belief
i feel free as a bird
when i hear that melody
i feel love, uh
i think the rhythm’s the remedy
it’s heavenly, and it lifts me out of any situation
and puts me in a place where i can channel all my patience
slight problems dissolve when i grab the mic and for the moment, i have no kryptonite
so for tonight, give me the mic and i’m on it
and all those problems can wait ’til the morning

[chorus]
i’m burning the candle at both ends
i’m turning into everything i regret
we’re burning everything i swear
we’re turning heaven into h-ll
heaven into h-ll
heaven into h-ll

- replicator of futurology

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