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In The Woods
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is the quest for power a justified pursuit?
im hustle-fied in Anaheim, fam resemble a coup
rappins taboo, like 'gangsta' not Langston
Hughes
im paintin paper with no rules
& fightin peppered propaganda'd news
slanted views, perception skewed
gas so much, i cant get the whip to move
thought is transportation
so i fly like the raven do,
keep your mind in safe haven
regardless what your paper do.
the art is saving you.
cause days erase, they flew.
go to where your soul is safe and the ocean blue
I vibe where wells are dry.
where the truth hide.
Time pass by, make you ask why
half of them books in my youth lied.
She said, "take them thoughts outside"
so i wrote em on the wall - must obliged.
You made that calm kid switch sides-
see it thru an alchemist eyes .
I'm 5000, dowsing my sorrows creep to my ride
man i ain't blind, your crime life lookin gaudy
news lopsided, mama screaming oh lordy.
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I was left in the woods, no name in the dark/ all
Alone with the stars and the faces in bark/ a
Child in the brush cloaks moved in the shadows/
Quiet in the wind, blown smoke from the candles/
raised by wolves under canine rules/ with
Magi for allies my frame size grew/ - 'til
Five years later after eighty two - I'd bump
'Paid in Full' on my way to school/ I
Forgot about the breeze in the trees/ and all of the
Animals and insects living underneath/ for
got about the power of the stream/ and how the water
Raged over rocks, it was lost like I dream/
now I reside in a maze of concrete/ and
Strayed from the place I was raised upon sheep/
No longer wild since my time as a child/
Time changes all its a sign of the trial/
I wanna run
back to the woods/ and run back to the trees/
away from the taste of the smog in the streets/
back to the river with the leaves under feet/ running
Back just as fast as I can to retreat/
I'm
Tired of the metal and the cold and the grey/ I want to
Lay in the plants in the sun in the day/ and
Breathe where the air is fresh -/ - far away from
Machines/ and the smell of death/- - 'cause I was
Left in the woods never understood why/ found
Reason in the seasons, trees in the sky / a
Child in the brush, adopted by the wilderness/
Nurtured by natural, banished from villages/
raised by wolves - my mother was a jackal/ My brothers were vicious, surviving the winters/
No longer wild since my time as a child/
Time changes all its a sign of the trial/
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