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The Victim
The stakes are high Plus, the weights heavy I've been around the globe Yeah I've seen plenty Enough to hold a conversation An ordinary commentary Through out the planet These underground rappers are buried Unlimited talent their hands reaching out of the ground / I attempt to lift them up With a cup that's half full / I pour a little out Its like rain falling down straight from the clouds / And as we wrestle temptations The temperatures risings I'm purging my trauma no longer Holding on to the drama / I need a shaman in my life / Who prepares me for my rebirth Place me in the center of the pyramids Sacred is the seed that's the Earth I live and I learn I can see that the pain that I feel Is for growth / A gift I discovered The strength and the gain I no longer play the victim I know you're not to blame
Back and forth through these trap doors I'm not a walking corpse I'm not a victim to life circumstance I circumvent chance and place my self In a position to advance And maybe plant medicine's the answer we need To finally learn to grieve Well that's cancer relief / Death of the ego Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Leaves me to wonder if life has a sequel I'm standing at the top of a mountain looking down / At the canopy below It's evening autumn / I don't want to fall but the foliage is so beautiful I hearing it calling me It sounds like angels singing a symphony Divinely orchestrated why is heaven so debated The human race losing touch with the sacred We're running right past it I wish we could slow down I believe in miracles they're happening right now
Imagine waking up with no TV No electricity and your phone won't work Check the radio but not one station comes on Feel the panic outside something is wrong It's that chest tight feeling why are we even here If all we do is complain, argue, fight, live with envy A bunch of hungry hippos Hippocrates living toxic Gossip talking behind each others backs There was once a poem I read from a boy who Grew up as an adult living that poor me mentality / Raised in poverty / Lack of community That little boy was me / Chaos created family No longer do I cling to my old past There's a new paradigm for my life at last I'm waking up from unconscious demands I've had this monster under my bed Now I hold his hand
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