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Verse 2: Product of a mental fight club, insightful love, when push comes to shove, we bring down rain like a mayan dancing game, incessantly I search to tame impressions that, repetitively scar the brain, hereditary disdain, revolutionary that's name, evolutionary string of change, we're debators of saviors invaders of habit taught misbehavior we're gold traitors. Find common place we're skippin' past the paper chase a modern face we're skippin disgrace. Distress from the press a mess of odorless poisons of death, my goodness. You eat it up, speed it up, search for luck and realize your stuck, in a life awestruck. Clipped wings means the birds can't be freed and locked gates means it won't be that easy. Now sometimes the wings expand past the cage though and sometimes the chickens get lucky they escape the show, we flow for a meaning a bringing of understanding for all those who be seeing. Believing, this *** is *** up, achieving, a world full of love, I'm seeing, new thoughts in your head and through the beat, these words we spread.
Outro: The past is a lesson the futures a dream, life is the present the gift in between. The past is a lesson the futures a dream, life is the present the gift in between,
we say the past is a lesson the futures a dream, life is the present the gift in between, we say the past is a lesson the question is seeing, life it in the now and life that's what you are breathing.