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was Starting arguments on purpose
Yeah 24 months wasn't worth it
Cause we didn't even break through the surface
All in vain
It was all in vain
Traded my

was Starting arguments on purpose
Yeah 24 months wasn't worth it
Cause we didn't even break through the surface
All in vain
It was all in vain
Traded my

on the sidewalk, for you passing by
Those were the days the good old days we find out too late
They all slip away, slip away

Now you're sleeping so sweetly, in

on the sidewalk, for you passing by
Those were the days the good old days we find out too late
They all slip away, slip away

Now you're sleeping so sweetly, in

Cause it's our time
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
("You had me found, you shot me down")
Pop Life and Deen Whitter, we puttin in

untrusted
History's accomplishments left in the dust
In this crooked dream they've created
The end of ideas, everything'll corrupt
But I won't give up so

Shall I keep going?
Hang on, Benedict's had an idea
Shit, I've had an idea, firstly let's just swap it
We'll keep it coz it might have some good

homies
I feel like it'd drive home the idea my mind's gone
And 23 years of living and not a speck on the record
But 24 years of living I think I'm ready

counter argument)

The value of a journey is determined by ideas for its sequel
Or how we are united, archives created, others in awe?

Fascinatingly boring

rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
 low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush

I swear by the sun which shines upon me
By the earth which feeds me
By the blood of my forefathers
By my honour and my life
From this moment until my

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rolling high and mighty traps

Pounced with fire on flamin' roads

Usin' ideas as my maps

We'll meet on edges

like stars that can stop an apocalypse
What will you resurrect tonight?
Fallen Rockstar in your sight
Speak your pipe dreams into the void
Guided by one

Shatter the foundations, collapse under the weight of the empire
Resurrect and disguise the stigma
Disfigure, deface the idea of freedom
Blanket

breath, hold it in and then blow it and watch the candle smothered
Of what little light we had glowing
Under a sea of primal ignorance, ideas are flowing

don't live
And love doesn't exist
I'm not depressed
But frustrated that
All of us are so twisted
By the facts that spin
And keep us separate
So divided

by his enemies
Tried to tell the rest to me
Said there's too much history
Instead he said
If you really want to try and rescue me
Then please don't

Our own ideas
Not bounded
By limitations

Cause I'm tired
Of these stories
It's time to start turning pages

We want to feel safe
And yea I hope
Comes

My mother used to tell me every night to say my prayers
But she had no idea what I saw in my nightmares
My sister *** had a history of walking in her

as a race to continue our own humanity
Indeed history is written, written by those who want to be remembered
Not those we should
We've lied lied... LIED

you find it funny
Many telling us oppression isn't real are profiting
Off grandpa's bloody money
Imagine rejecting idea that you killed the colony
While

takes a little bit of history, a whole lot of empathy
And an understanding that things may not be how they seem
"Jechava!"
It all starts with the Aztecs

it
Make up a shitty excuse
Like "Ahhhh.... his ass deserved it"
My history's pretty clean
But you'll find a way to work it
You have no idea what's like

Haymarket. This is stonewall
This Tunisia this the Berlin Wall
What side of history will you sit on?
Go find a quote by Dr. King to codify your views
And show