I'm put to the grind So I turn on the radio to silence my mind,
but still I find I'm one of a kind. I cant see my way for i'm ignorant, I'm blind.
And my hypothesis based off of this is I'm ******* I am me and like my behavior it can't be changed.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
I'm put to the grind So I turn on the radio to silence my mind,
but still I find I'm one of a kind. I cant see my way for i'm ignorant, I'm blind.
And my hypothesis based off of this is I'm ******* I am me and like my behavior it can't be changed.
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