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Where the four roads meet there is lots of concrete
Where the four roads meet there is much deceit 
Here I am at the crossroads, wondering which way to go
Here I am at the cross roads getting ready for the big show
Its early afternoon and I am walking on the moon
A while ago I looked at an elegant ceremony
Everyone was well dress and parading in their Sunday best
I like her majesty because she is short and I am tall 
but I made her look small that is not a coincident at all
I am having tea and cake while looking at the gigantic gate
Here I am at the crossroads looking deeply into your soul
Here I am at the crossroads standing strong and bold
A few days ago I was feeling very low but I continue to hold on
to the promise in my guts  while shaking your hands
No one to share my thoughts, my joy or my pain
Through it all I have buried  all my shame
I am very proud of you, and I said that I would stick around to see your through; don’t be despair when I change my destination 
I am always with you because that’s my occupation
Even when you get your breakthrough my spirit will still be with you. I only have ten more days left here and I still don’t know where to go. Sometimes I feel like a hostage wandering in despair
Someone is controlling my life and I still don’t know who
The cameras are rolling my spirit is burning and my heart is yearning for my suppressed dream to come through 
I want to find a quiet place to say that is very far away 
Listen, I can hear the sound of water running in the stream
Birds are singing in the trees and little children are playing in the street
I want to look at the mouth watering pies through the glass in the pastry shop, and I want to shop at the village store to know more
I want a place where I can relax and create a master piece with all the concept and revelation that I have got
No cars rolling up and down the street
No ambulance or siren chasing up and down and down
No police car on standby or bad boys walking by
I want to occupy the entire island with its vast landscape
Farm animals and horses running up and down the gate
Here I am at the crossroads looking at the future in the sun
My future is bright and warm when a new day is dawn
I have gone through the entire books, and I know how everything looks, you will see it in the sun when everything is done.
Here I am at the corner street listening to your heart beat
And a van is waiting in the middle of the street with several cones
surrounding a manhole, no one is working and I wonder what is transpiring underneath, I gazed at them discretely and scrutinize them completely and it looked like an evacuation plan
No work is going on and two men are loitering in the van
When the traffic starts rolling and heaven starts patrolling
The men put the cone in the van and start running
Here I am at the crossroads staring in the radiant sun
The future is speaking to me and mapping out my destiny
Some will not live to see it, and others will not be able to bare it
But those who escape it will have to share it.
Here I am at the cross road deciding which way to go
I have to cover some more grounds before I am completely done
Britain has been preparing for many years
But America is still running around in despair
The office is ready but the man is not ready
Almost three and a half years of ongoing chatter
Documented in books about the great cook
Everyone has traveled from yonder to look
Cars are rolling by where the heaven meet with the sky
The traffic is moving in four different directions
They are travelling in different lanes,
because they have much to gain 
East, west, north or south, which way do I go?
The sun is shining from the west, and I know that I am blessed
The final decision is made where the four roads meet 
So meet me at the top of the street where the four roads meet.
And everything will be complete.
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