Today I introduced myself,
To my own feelings,
In silent agony, after all these years,
They spoke to me... after all these years
[Mr.Lif]
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are something that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin'
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of living on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
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