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Published on Jan 30, 2019
Recorded and Mixed by Tory Meath in Lodi, CA Mastered by Dejon Underdue of Hallway Productionz in Stockton, CA
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tell them keep the change, thank you for the service their eyes spell lies, i can see beneath the surface my freedom is for purchase, another way of saying that i ain’t worth shit, chained to corporations my body a commodity prices jumping like balls for the lottery getting molded by the environment like pottery i’m a mudville prodigy R-Raised by the breaks, m-made my mistakes St-stayed on the chase, got played by the fakes I savor the taste, even if it’s bad Cuz i remember when thats all i had now i meditate everyday write like hemingway like i’m in the psych ward everyday everybody crazy some are just better at hiding it disorder showed me order when i cornered all the vices in Ask me what my prices is and i’ll tell ya free.99 for a piece of mind i’ll sell ya focus on your failure recognize the purpose peace ain’t for purchase It’s a long road ahead of me lot of folks thats dead to me only wish em the best to focus on a better me i had to let em go Water my own plants I have to let em grow My garden being tended while these habits being mended i never get offended only reminded of truths i ain't confused that things become smooth & my favorite dreams be blue you should see the crazy things that we do just to pay these bills, and pay these dues & my favorite dreams be blue you should see the crazy things that we do just to pay these bills, and pay these dues i ain’t never had the time relationships come and go like my prime I’ve been staring at death in the eye for a little bit longer than i'd liked to have tried all the fakes that have lied to my face get described as a break in the vibe yet the vibe still remains as it drives thru my veins, and i’m like the eye (I) of the storm in my brain & whether the weather gets better or not is irrelevant to the plot i’m propelling to stop i’m developing not You can question There are no answers there is no heaven there is no peasant there is no king there is no prophet only a scene interpreted by beings that think that they know what they’ve seen that think they know but they dreams turn to nightmares when they blink & my favorite dreams be blue you should see the crazy things that we do just to pay these bills, and pay these dues
step into the scene let the beauty intervene allow the sun to shine, allow the birds to sing color your imagination with hope tie a rope round your waist & climb mountains your youth, it fades, there’s no fountains death at the door an he’s counting down & down & down & i’m doubting you got a way out in your plans
So what are your plans? What are your dreams? What are your goals? What are these things? Thoughts in the mind Actions that bring substance to life it happens to be not Talking to you i’m talking to me there’s no in between just conscious to beat emotions dripping like wax from a candle feel like i’ve taken all i can handle things re-arranged, but i keep the change keep the change, cuz i see the chains in the corner of the room where i hang there’s freedom in death, let ego be slain there’s freedom in death, let ego be slain there’s freedom in death, let ego be slain let ego be slain