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(Can I .. Can I tell you the story?
Uh, No guts no glory ... uh, yeah, self explanatory
Seasons, you know what im saying? Check it out..)

Can we transform,
Revelations born from the madness,
Ashes to ashes, no more classics
Rap has become, so pornographic
my life has become, something never imagined
Passions pass, new feelings emerge
Emotions flying in the sky with the birds
Where’s hope when we need it?
quotes, they compete,
get us higher than that dope that we chief,
Where's focus when functions retreat to the soul,
it's a black hole moguls, followin' them,
Role models and bottles of belief keep swallowin',
Drowning in the shallow and deep,
told we can climb mountains of belief
Where is peace when you need it?
Visions of the meek, in the jungle and the humble
as the sheep make you wonder
why you speak when you're spoken to,
feel something holding you back
you wanna throw the truth,
The lies fly, its like time,
used to wonder what makes the wise, wise
Had to visualize in surprises
Nothing that them eyes have ever seen
Hold up... Is this a dream?
Sun blacked out after the last bout
I hatched out all of my issues and poured a mag out,
Crash though the glass house, some took the back route
I had to travel lightspeed to dodge that black cloud,
raining on my parade, sun shinin', but it ain't enough shade to hide,
the game blind, I played, silly games and too many charades
mask-less in this masquerade,
came, conquered and never saw
raising hell, hopin' heaven falls
took the L, but I never lost
steppin off the axis, balancing the galaxy,
realizing facts are hidden behind reality
casually I dress while adressing her majesty,
flirtin' passably to other palaces surroundin me,
once crowned king, humbled down to the queen,
gave my kingdom up,
became a mortal man, walking earth seeking love
woe is me, bestowed belief, openly speakin' it,
deviant in this woolen form of poetry,
took leadership, raised sails just to coast the sea,
obedient, never winning, hope its known to be me,
Got free now they ropin your dreams,
with a gold-chain, pimp-stripe suit and a codename
sweater under leather, tryna tell her its cold game,
that don't mean it won't change... seasons

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