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letra de jim jones - rms

[verse 1]:
i’m thinking about it and some of the best ideas coming from the worst of people
it’s funny how perspective changes as the faces fade away
popular belief is often stopping you to clean your
gl-sses, as a matter of fact that exactly happened to 808s
i’m trying to maintain a sane mind
maneuvering through this foolish period of time
i’m trying to remain wise
feelin stupid to do it, experience of mine
is lacking
only seventeen years
that i’m packing
seventeen but seventy years’
what i’m acting
fifty three in change, yeah i’m earning it
change is the only thing that’s permanent
now circ-mvent the dear
diary of the next person that’s
sipping a bit of a drink that’s turning purplish
here, i would be, -sserting what the purpose is
but things are looking good for us squirmish invertebrates
d-mn

[hook]
listen to the blue in the sky flow thousand miles
lemme get taste of the sound flow out your mouth
losing my way
(losing my way)
but we play this game
i know it
i know it
i, i, i know it
i know it
i know it
i, i, i know it
i know it
i know it
i, i, i know it
i know it
i know it
i, you say i
[verse 2]:
i sip the dom p, watching gandhi till i’m charged
writing in my book of rhymes, tryna be like nasty nas
dreams flashy cars in a back garage
or a hand m-ssage
and a fat old box like a package
that i got from amazon
but filled with awards from when the camera’s on
in fact i’m nauseated with the way that the roller coaster just carries on
all i can do as we continuously rolling backwards is hold on tight to these handlebars
might as well give the cardboard packaged
parcel back to
marshall mathers
along with a car full of baggage
these dreams ain’t mine to have, it’s
only what i was handed, i’m
surrounded by these fairy tails and pantomime
hoping to open this door and run out
before the final grains from the sands of time
man i can’t combine
what i feel compelled to do
verses what people tell me to
i’m cursed with
going against the grain only to get a splinter
moving against the crowd only to find yourself in one that’s bigger
running your best weapon through the leader of the people’s temple
only to find his purple blood seeps through your skin and then infects you
it’s he say, she say
you say, me say
we play this game
each day, till decay
at least that’s how i feel
i always end up conforming to someone else’s ideals
sometimes there ain’t no two ways
feeling defeated but it’s easier to drink the kool-aid
feeling that purple running through all your veins
congratulations dawg you’ve officially gone insane

[outro]
you say i
you say i
time is done
but we’ve only just begun

[skit]
after drinking all this kool-aid, are you sure you can drive?

- rms

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