| To the end of the road and back
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| Me and my friend came in
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| Shit get’s odd when you livin' in sin
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| Knockin' at the back door and not gettin' in
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| I’m a ragin' buffalo black
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| Whirlwind rider, leather saddle, ready for battlin' any instinct
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| Brought myself to an infant
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| So I can leave that proper imprint
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| Imprint is so fly
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| So different and so shy
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| Everybody gifted but so dry
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| I’m tryin' to bring that rain to roll
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| That thought to get you by
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| We high off life in the best way
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| Transitioning over the airwaves, right in front of your eyes
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| We best play over two fifteens or essays
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| Grow within you things that press play
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| My dunes been cocooned and now breath throughout my resume
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| Reservoir dog barkin' in the back lot
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| Tryin' to get unchained and hop the fence
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| Like that chain of command to get to that higher plain of consciousness
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| Consequence of stagnation
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| Sittin', rot in damnation
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| What is a man without some change
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| Bummin' the street with himself to blame
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| Empty pockets, empty brain
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| I’m sick with God my Midi mane
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| Forever eyes so simple plain
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| A simple plan for life is change
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| Find yourself the nicest frame
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| Strange
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| Then you see the light, man
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| Then you find the right, lane
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| On a bright, day
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| And as I write to this tune
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| My babies five months growin' in the womb
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| There’s a population boom goin' on
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| There’s a planetary shift you can hear it in this song
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| They try to heal it then cut it
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| Heal it then cut it
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| Heal it then cut it
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| Don’t cut it again
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| If you feel it then love it
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| If you feel it then love it
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| If you feel it, love it my friend
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| It’s right in front of us
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| Each and every one of us
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| Freedom or death, yes the two are antonymous
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| Symphonic just hearin' good news
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| I keep my ears open and stare to the moon
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| I know there’s more than hope when I put out the feelers
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| We all want the same things, when we’re bein' our realest
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| Collective consciousness, let’s form a village
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| Then spread good feelings till there ain’t no more killers
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| And I apologize if I didn’t always rise
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| To occasion
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| Had to come of age and apply
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| My knowledge to my personal experiences
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| If I didn’t I could have died in all seriousness
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| We’ve come far y’all
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| As a person as a people as a world
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| It’s time to raise the bar
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| It’s not hard just remember who you are
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| It’s not just remember, remember
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| A simple plan for life is change
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| Find yourself the nicest frame
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| Strange
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| Then you see the light, man
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| Then you find the right, lane
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| On a bright, day
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| A simple plan for life is change
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| Find yourself the nicest frame
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| Strange
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| Then you see the light, man
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| Then you find the right, lane
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| On a bright, day |