jeffrey knox

somebody please
just free me from the nonsense
maybe to being unconscious
cuz maybe unconscious can take me to a place where i can become conscious
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Whats a brain in a brainwashed society
when every little truth becomes a locked away lie to me
as i walk down the dark road
the cold heavy wind blows
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Tie my black boots
grab my glasses
no detention in either one of my classes
suit up, raining hard get the packing
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Give me a mind, eyes, and hand to write with
put my pen to that paper im not talking no bull ish

i stand upon this stage and you can see my soul speaking
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An act of ascension dip, roll, or move through the crowd
dreams go along way from assorted memories on that 9th cloud
but, its always that one strike that will make ya dreams fall down
bolt through your soul
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