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Feb 2010
All the things in this world todaywho has time to workwhen there is so much to playmother i missed your call /for it is only nature of the human learningfrom the fallfather,father of david,father of time,i love you as wellthough you may not understand the rhyme /this is solid,this cell of solitary confinementthat wordz put in need some definementclose my lidput the first shovel full of fresh dirton this solitary cell of wood /Just when it hurt, thoughwe never thought it wouldJust these feelings thatagain belong to nature’shumanthough when i speak with thesedrums, strings, and thingswriting on beat yet who can keep  up with a song of life that is so complete /There are 2 types of matter when it comes to thenature’s humansthere is the wheat that feedsand the weeds that bleedconsistentlyworking their way through the heatyet only one we can eat /There is no such thing as defeator timeonly such things in this moment mattersuch as this rhyme /i would lie if i told you there was no plan,this one is calledmodern day manjust another modern day manjust another day manjust another man
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