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mainstream raining down
trying to steal the underground sound
so i keep digging, hopping never to be found
and
living in the earths core while they
snore above me, next to natures whore
ignored by creativity ruled by simplicity
realisticly
stricken in poverty of the soul
theyve steadily lost a hold of the noose
once loose around their necks, tightens
and
its frightening, hanging from your
own coattails, business men to busy
being a bizzy bee to see their fallacy
which
in actuality belongs to society
because it gets more notoriety
more use as the news is smoked
while i choke on the
views of
the media, but who knew
it would be you who sew together
this web as you enter your net
provided you
dont surf the wrong sea
no man is an island. so sail back quickly
to become he who gradually begins
to see through
his window of opportunity
As i fly underneith the ground i hear
the pound of each streets heartbeat
the pounds
weigh heavily on my shoulder
as their lovers face turns colder and lifeless
distressed that this is not a test
but
theyve bubbled the wrong answers
and compared them to the cheat sheet
wrongly accusing the streets offspring
till
the caged bird no longer sings
and its wings are clipped, feathers stripped
from its body, leaving a heaving mess
lifeless,
yes, but not as we the free know it
sit and ill show you new worlds unraveled
by traveleing the pages of spoken word
written
in voices never heard, deaf to the blind
and blind to the deaf who seek peace of mind
if you want peace
of mind, take a piece of my mind...
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