We are taught to always have our hands full
Down to the personal dilemmas goin on' after school
Conformin' to a society who uses you as a tool
Play us for fools while they rest in their wave pools
Waste many days mind on toils of labor
Work to be financially stable, more like gettin' paid for a favor
The struggle of this grind got me in need of a savior
Until then, the extension of a neighbor, my faith go unwavered
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Hidden Wisdom
RandomPeople always challenge my mental My cerebral isn't a rental Still reminiscin' on the days I discarded my pencil To begin a journey to find my lost temple Sever all things temporal In life it's ephemeral Proceed to the affairs behind my peripherals...
