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My locs represent my spiritual resistance

I always wondered why things seems so distant

Like dreams of enterin' a room, me and the crew

About to learn somethin' new, a sight for us to be true

This feelin' began to burn my core so I went and explored

A sanctuary appeared to me before when I was bored

An adventure of the dude who becomes a hero and gets the girl

She becomes his queen, take her hand, then show her the world

Then my reality flipped my skies turned midnight

Thunder roars at it's height got citizens takin' flight

Static shuts off all power, screams of the weak cower

Afraid life can vanish any moment, any minute, any hour

Suddenly I'm see my self starin' into eyes of the abyss

A sensation I couldn't dismiss filled me with a different bliss

Blackness became the void, negativity schemin' and creepin'

Until I realized I'm a kid just daydreamin

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