I drank so much
To drown my various pains
I fell in love and ran through the rain
I grew up a bit
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Be I the last man that stood?
Good
I will be the first man to speak
The first man to speak?
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There’s an itch
An eerie eagerness
To drown myself in my sorrows
Hold myself under the waves
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This is the age of misinformation
Mental segregation
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Sweet scents are all that escape America
Daises and roses fill the air
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I believe more in Allah, Jah, and Buddah
Than Peter, Paul, or John
Solomon, David, Or Malachi
Who has my back? I and I
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Marriage Ruined
Butcher knife to the abusive husband
Thought he was in charge
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I feel like crying out
But there’s no one left to cry to
At least not since I lost you
Even though you’re insistent
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