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Dec 2016
You can't change the world if you think just like the others, simple and plain
But just the same
You can't reach a single soul if you can't formulate to their ears
Whatever it is you have to say
All languages revolve around passions and beliefs
Stances you might die for
Which deserve their fair share of the blame
I came out prepared for the worst
Carried eight months
Then gave me away
Rather than give way to disdain, I came to love the place where I lay
Shadows I graced
Poor as a prayer, jewels in my lifespan I handle with care
Abandoned on one hand, palms turned over as if to claim
Here lies a path to something bigger, better, willing to share
Maybe the world deserves change
Gentle with you're coercions, hard after the knowledge you crave
Weened on written word that's why mine draws circles round yours, forget the idioms you heard
Theories you brave
I first learned the talk from the curb
Learned the walk in the heat of commotion, caught the bug from the verse
I was going to be somebody
One day, I'm gonna turn the world
But inevitable
It will spin with or without my input
Whether it is or isn't spurred
Love comes gradually, in all actuality it may be the furnace for the third eye that burns
You can't change the world if you think just like the others, simple and plain
But just the same
You can't reach a single soul if you can't formulate to their ears
Whatever it is you have to say
StaticNSage
Written by
StaticNSage  Melnea Cass Boulevard
(Melnea Cass Boulevard)   
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   Keith Edward Baucum and Glass
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