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Inspire

It's Not easy to fit Inspiration into a single Manuscript Skip Information just influential tips Grip A concept of reality Not formally accepted by society Confirm, conform and accept sobriety Me, I get high and add commerce to the economy I know my heritage, I'm living, for I am a survivor You don't understand your purpose So they put you behind bars because you act like your suppose to be behind them Backwards minded May we reach the same plane With the same pilot Ascending with guidance Signs scribed in silence Sign language couldn't describe my anguished pray you hear the sirens Designed to divide us By pride and phylum I cum alone Don't need you to get excited Provided a little help I'll be more then a little felt Up, within a system corrupt Dismantle the mantle until we erupt So what

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