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Corridors & Encores
This game called life's a full contact sport
With many collisions in public opinion's court
Get caught slippin' and it'll ring your bell
A morgue, a jail cell or days of living hell
Where many dwell after sad, deferred dreams
As dreams become nightmares with loud screams
Without support teams being embedded in our corners
Desperation's equations may lead to wrong corridors
As mental calculators attempt to compute discernment
Miscalculations of minute fractions result in internment
Government or state property and maybe even a grave
The sum of the outcome for some in the Home of The Brave
We gotta save the children from solutions of executions
Too many mommas crying over theirs dying without resolutions
As the evolution of revolution sends war to our front doors
And the translations of transmissions encourages encores
With many collisions in public opinion's court
Get caught slippin' and it'll ring your bell
A morgue, a jail cell or days of living hell
Where many dwell after sad, deferred dreams
As dreams become nightmares with loud screams
Without support teams being embedded in our corners
Desperation's equations may lead to wrong corridors
As mental calculators attempt to compute discernment
Miscalculations of minute fractions result in internment
Government or state property and maybe even a grave
The sum of the outcome for some in the Home of The Brave
We gotta save the children from solutions of executions
Too many mommas crying over theirs dying without resolutions
As the evolution of revolution sends war to our front doors
And the translations of transmissions encourages encores
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