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I won't let this fabricate inside me,
I'll commit a brutal autopsy,
To wash the sands of time,
To re-draw that same fucking line,
Now sit down and relax,
To read the story bare broken backs,
Listen to eyes holding torn thoughts,
Another day, Another life lesson taught.
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And from these ashes I'll rise higher than you,
From these ashes I'll be born anew,
Daily missions to burn the herb
We'll spend all night toking on the curb.
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There are times, yeh!
when nobody seems to care.
There are times, yeh!
when we all live in fear,
but just keep in mind now!
when that fog creeps over the line
there will be a time, yeh!
where there's no mo crime,
where we can all be high,
where we can all feel fine.
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Taken from the ash,
that falls around me,
With a little bash,
gives the head supremacy,
Over senseless troubles of the world,
that left my mind once fucked and coiled.
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