Thoughts

By S.T.I.C.S

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[Intro]

Self conscious

Stuck in a room

Filled with mirrors

And can't seen the difference between I and me

Beat the wip to your body

Like slave masters watching how your knee - grow

Swollen

And what's the truth about kony

Feels like everyone desieving

Convinient how election time's on

So the gps is finding everyone

Light skined getting tan's from the sun

Dark skin lightening up in the moon

Where I dwell about the days that i've been passing through

Closed minded

Go hand in hand

Like Saudi thieves after being charged

No batteri's included

Even south park got a starving marvin

Used to listen to happy marvin

Whispers through the grape vine

Check signs

De la, untill I found this line like

" my religion man you'd be more like god

But you steady swimming so you more like cod

See these fools is fish scales converting to ismael"

-- I took a pause

I thought about it

Native tongues were speaking through my mother tongue

But not through my mothers tongue

Respect all

Ya' now a days, teachers got that - less-on

Practicly naked and not from that truth

No, oldschool thoughts being cought

Penetrating the youth

I got these questions

Why they don't pay dj's more for their work?

While my man wants paper cuts

Clearly more than 10

Closing my inner vision windows

How my curt-ends

Cover the lies that everyone got a good heart

U playing in lifes game

Im leading in the league

Of extra ordinary gentleman


[Hook]

Roaming around with thoughts in my mind, my mind

All about reflections and questions

Filled with signs

Twist and turns when I lay my head at night

From ideas to concerns

To how this world will alter


[Outro - in swahili]