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Friday it's after school 
No need to face the rules
When I get home and see
No one to follow me
Walking around
I'm just a clown whose face is blue

I

erosion
And I sit back and let it happen
Cause you can't put a muzzle on

Earth is a speck in the eyes of the sun
Whose existence is deafening
It floats in

Breaking up a fight of indecision
Or I let it play
Whose to say what I can figure
Building up the walls of consecration
Hope I let them stay
In some

sick
Instead of care about it
You'd rather recite fake statistics
You're justifying the deaths of the innocent
I've been partial to distraction
I can't

and the fam
But all I got is fake friends
And now I'm a broken man
Whose life has a broken plan
How can I feel so alone
But be surrounded by so many devils
I

and the fam
But all I got is fake friends
And now I'm a broken man
Whose life has a broken plan
How can I feel so alone
But be surrounded by so many devils?
I

place is
A criminal in the eyes of a racist
Claiming they gon' make America great again
Tell me how that start by hating men
That did nothin' except try

whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?
Expert, Bad and Evil is comin' soon
MCs get stuck, head

the minds of men, and read by them on earth:
"How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses

(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot? 
Same

u don't know by now

Only one whose ever gonna stop me
Is GOD
Know what I mean
And me & him 
Shit, haha, we on good terms
Yea

Verse 1
It starts right deep inside of me, a true grasp on identity
The present moment is the place to be, regardless of whose watching me
It's plain

hope to die
The poor ones whose only wish is for a satisfied mind

People with misaligned chakras whose hearts are shallow
People who really need to face

If it ain’t me then tell me whose it gonna be 
And if not you then tell me what I’m gonna do
It’s fight or flight and I ain’t good at ever pickin

bout all this
Maybe I'm still learning what it all is 
Sometimes it doesn't matter whose fault is
You can come back to me 
We'll be outside
Take a hit

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

No Omega [Extended Remix]

Eric B. & Rakim

Gold

2005

that fly
I clipped your wings and bring you down to earth
And tell you what life is worth
It ain't rings and things that's materialistic
You wanna

Just stop for a minute whose choice is this
Are we playing games or is this just shared fantasy?
You play by your rules	I'll play by mine
Just

Point of Light

Randy Travis

High Lonesome

1991

decide
Just to do it 'cause it's right
That's when you become a point of light

There is a darkness that everyone must face
It wants to take what's

everyone meets walking the beat
But whose keeping score
cnd everybody needs a new escape
cnd just a little bit more

It's what you don't know you project
Is

Playground

XTC

Wasp Star (Apple Venus, Pt. 2)

2000

School is out but never over 
That's the only lesson you can learn 

Playground (it's a playground) 
We're marked by the masters and bruised by

Your plan, that's just the way it is

You are not a God, created by human hands
You are not a God, dependent on any mortal man
You are not a God, in

Where you did confirm your inheritance, 
When it was weary. 
Your congregation has dwelled there: 
You, O God, have prepared all that is good for