The Ploy (feat. Solitor)

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Cold is the truth which I must now improve
Calm is the youth when they're hearing all the news
Seven is the number but the figure's out of shape
Sold is the soul when we're servin' what we loathe
Cold is the truth which I must now improve
Calm is the youth when they're hearing all the news
Seven is the number but the figure's out of shape
Sold is the soul when we're servin' what we loathe

So much time that's lost in my youth
Bending my spine, I try my best to move
Got a lot to prove, not a lot to lose
I must wage for what I've gotta choose
Life has gone smooth but it only gets worse
I got to rehease what they taught me in school
Growing up is not cool, made myself a fool
I'll use every tool and break every rule

Cold is the truth which I must now improve
Calm is the youth when they're hearing all the news
Seven is the number but the figure's out of shape
Sold is the soul when we're servin' what we loathe

Gone are dem days when we used to waste away
Chainsmoking, not working, just joking
One foot out of the door, already at work but I've still got to study at nite
Can you please mark it for those who chose to ignore what we share
Mekin' a livin' only to be still in debt
To be or not to be?
Well to be left feels right until you try to capitalise on your freedom
Which is fee dependent
A choice repellent of sorts
For which you'll get an invoice

Cold is the truth which I must now improve
Calm is the youth when they're hearing all the news
Seven is the number but the figure's out of shape
Sold is the soul when we're servin' what we loathe

And now I gotta work, counting at every turn
Everything I earn turns in their ecosystem captive rat race
And their grip is very firm, locked in long term
Just a cog in the system
When they bite me tight in their prison
I count every beat, continue the rhythm in exchange for freedom
I continue to feed 'em, fuelling the algorithm till I have an aneurysm

Cold is the truth which I must now improve
Calm is the youth when they're hearing all the news
Seven is the number but the figure's out of shape
Sold is the soul when we're servin' what we loathe
Cold is the truth which I must now improve
Calm is the youth when they're hearing all the news
Seven is the number but the figure's out of shape
Sold is the soul when we're servin' what we loathe

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