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Macrobiotic lines flow out of my mind
with an ease to rhyme, I appease my design
Evolving sound like it's a single-celled clown
In a circus of fools who never come around
Trapeze queens who never come down
Seize beats and squeeze life outta what they found
However, I’m like a sponge, suck up everything necessary
by any means necessary
Laced with weaponry I leave to the sea
and float on a boat with hope that I'll be free
Knowing that I won't don't seem to bother me
'cause nothing is impossible, I've proven it to be
Landscapes of waves make desert dune wakes
The desert sun drapes, blue curtains overtake
My little boat snakes through the sea sand we
know we'll eventually be free
But battles seem to be all around you and me
The difference is you give up while I pick up my feet
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