holding a knife in my back yet all i see is a smile my incomprehensible reality
too much training to die from this enclosed by shadows within my dark abyss
bury me in Tennessee existence criss-crossed mind is lost nothing to reminisce
poor in my pocket lifelong tragedy in a society without love a moral bankruptcy
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Illuminati the new world order we should all be looking over our shoulder
if good ol' boys rise again morals regained only within a southern takeover
president look at history why won't our government save us from poverty
trust should be perceived as actions haphazardly but I'm 5150 a.k.a crazy
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the voices inside my head never stop screaming sending actions portrayed as pro anarchy
fight for peace search for change extraterritoriality protects moral cowards in my mentality
real words real life integrity as a formality new place same face for honor holds hospitality
morals aren't made by Hollywood or virtual reality you must create your own compassion
don't stop life has no script become your own director life's ready get set it's time for action
