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Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Analytical poets and political soldiers
While the whimsical know this, it was too critical to hold this
Till this foolish man sold this for a bargain in price
This is life in the fast lane, it was too fast for you to think twice
But if your ice was too nice, there was a heist for your life
But if your life didn't have ice, then you wasn't living it right
So alright were the final words of a boy turn to a man
If you was asked if you fall for anything, what leg can you stand
So like a traveling band, I played strangers in the night
It was anger and fright to keep this hunger alive
My motivational drive to have more for my seed
Than I was ever offered by my withering tree
And I heard similar pleas from those familiar to me
But a pillar in the linear vision wouldn't permit them to flee
They was conditioned to see only the negative aspects of entrapment
And the proverbial casket, my only asset, they perceived as my only downfall
Dreaming while I was woke, they said would leave me on the asphalt
Begging for change, but I was begging for change before the president ever came
Stained by the blood of the foes and the tears of the innocent
I was soaking in holy water while knowing that I'll sin again
Pinned in, I grabbed the pen again and speak with the paper
Words got lost in translation and now I'm viewed as your traitor
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Like continual focus and my habitual hocus pocus
Continuous smoke is risen while I tote this
I spoke this like I wrote this from the future
Traveling to the past, two clusters and stargates into a straightaway path
As I smashed through the boundaries of the chains that was bound to me
Compounding me, a warrior being the screams for a dynasty or a legacy
As if it was part of my destiny and many confessed to me
I don't know how you managed, savage a life that was ravaged
A true savage to lavish the essence of my purity
Overshadowed by what I shouldn't be
The hood in me and stood in me and proclaimed to avenge this
Child's patheticness, we will not be apologetic
But strike with hell's vengeance and it was inevitable
That I would remain unsensible
Unless I provoke the demons early and let them manifest their pitiful, miserable existence
It has been my lack of convictions that has let me go two decades without seeking any repentance
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story

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