20 and then some long years of viewing the world, the day my eyes opened, the day i was born...
so many days gone, sit back and reminisce over my plans to change the world, to change the norm...
tell me to conform, i can act like im listening, i can hear you, im just not feeling you, theres a difference...
i dont hate on no one, but i gotta put up resistance to all the lies you dealing at me with persistence...
follow your routine, follow your synthetically created dream, your simple role in this worldly machine...
thats i grassroots against your mainstream, reality is just another strange dream in the same scheme...
fighting for my liberation from within this prison, just another number caught up in this crazy system...
to keep my knowledge hitting to any who will listen, free my mind with every page that ive written...
what will your mind conceive, what will your mind receive, or have you already been deceived?...
so until the day i breathe free, this wretched existence i leave, i will live my life by what i believe...

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