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It's just like himTo wander off in the evergreen parkSlowly searching for any signOf the ones he used to love..He says he's got nothing left to live forAnd this time I think you'll know..You're not aloneThere is more to this, I knowYou can make it outYou will live to tell
At the age of eighteen,came on the scene clean,now I know what pains means.Spent time in the darkest places,beautiful faces in the dark oasis.Trying to take this to the full extent.Am I real heaven sent?Clark Kent's my alter ego.Took that girl down to Puerto Rico.Now I find out that we're not amigos.Treated her foul never as an equalNow I'm all sad just because my ego,Had a golden key, couldn't find a key hole.Yo, stop let the beat rock,conscious hip hop is gettin dropped.Wake up saw B and the little one,little son had b-phids done.Easy come, easy go.Everyone thinks they know,'bout the thing, high unknown.Put their thoughts on a throne,then they name it G-O-D,colonize, you and me.But I'm free, in the sky,me, myself, and I. Word.