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Only the strong hide behind insecure acts,
But even the most poetic of words can’t cover cracks
Artists pleasuring our mind with their tongues
Spitting each phrase straight out their lungs


These creatures who appear to be baked
Using their minds as a method of escape
Laid back, their thoughts are never to be spoken
Licking their lips, their resolve never to be broken

Their ability to blend, remaining overlooked or unseen
Going against the grain, a static cog in the machine
Awake enough to cautiously observe, asleep enough to let go and drift
Even in crowds you're alone, squishing your emotions into a closed fist


Far from any form of meditation
Failed in the process of translation
My youthful mind rapidly showers
Remaining in a surreal trance for hours  


Solitude. They called it confined
Where as I call it bliss
It is the escape from this shit
The real worlds every turn and twist


It's like our public image is on the highest platter and our dreams are but a crum
They get us while we’re young, handing us stick, only to tell us never beat the drum
They immerse us, being thrown into thoughts of selfish ideals and riches
A race that downgraded from humble creatures to easily offended bitches

I ain't saying the whole world's got it wrong
I just want to know how long will this type of living go on
We have never lived on any man's land
This world is just that. We are yet to fully understand.



And in truth by creating standards for all to reach  
It is just dishing up the majority, a taste of failure
Even if these words may seem sloppy, don’t ignore me if I preach
“Don’t hate the game, hate the player?”

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But that just leaves us
Giving into what society is
And hating us
For all that we are