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VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Leaned on words of kind,
Nailed all thoughts of mind,
So well do I train it to bright.
A shackled bone screwed to be tight. 
Positioned keenly through a line.
Strapped without sight. 
My step of hope aligned. 
Clipped unto greater heights. 
This is the theory of my life.
My passion, my spirituality all in one.
Regarding the concept being a man.
Look into my eyes,
Take a glance,
Do it with a might.
Take a stance .
Just ignore the fright. 
Who should I impress,
Should it be you or the rest?
Anyhow I'm sorry for your press.
Nothing gets me suppressed,
I don't impress so don't make request.

Chorus:
I see faces smiling, fake,
Hearts broken, shame.
After they've not be straight, hey.
Failed by flattery, mame. 
I get no one to hate,
In this dreadful place.
Where everybody got a pain,
Slander is everyone's pay.
Yeah... Yeah... Yeah
Oho..ooh..oooooooh.....
Chorus:
I see faces smiling, fake,
Hearts broken, shame.
After they've not be straight, hey.
Failed by flattery, mame. 
I get no one to hate,
In this dreadful place.
Where everybody got a pain,
Slander is everyone's pay.
Yeah... Yeah... Yeah
Oho..ooh..oooooooh.....


VERSE 2
I stay pinned to real men not only at their face.
In my heart they're kept really fair.
I'm the predicament fake people bear.
I pray they come out well.
The past will be a history we will tell.
The road is coiled, 
Life is define a spell,
But we will be there.
Solitary is sounding a bell,
Teaches me how to fare.
Praise to God for bringing me out of hell. 
It's a stronger ballpoint, 
Stitched calmly at all points.

Activated power entwined with prowess.
Something asserted firmly on ground.
Real stance that surely gets me endowed. 
The right mode I demanded to have.
Reflection, complection, the content is based on circumspection. 
Written in dialogue and specific.
Mark this message a raw tactic, 
Employed as urge, very prolific.
From me to you all,didactic.
Charging you nothing, it's fanatic.
Truth now not considered to hold value,
Among nothing else is mammon searched for.
The regulated unit men kill for.
At stake do fellow men stand as their idols.
They yearn to imitate their lifetyles.
Disregard biblical facts,
But submit to human authored knowledge in tracts.
Intoxicated by malice induced by devilish pact.
The reality surrounding us so far, bad...sad.
Chorus:
I see faces smiling, fake,
Hearts broken, shame.
After they've not be straight, hey.
Failed by flattery, mame. 
I get no one to hate,
In this dreadful place.
Where everybody got a pain,
Slander is everyone's pay.
Yeah... Yeah... Yeah
Oho..ooh..oooooooh.....
Chorus:
I see faces smiling, fake,
Hearts broken, shame.
After they've not be straight, hey.
Failed by flattery, mame. 
I get no one to hate,
In this dreadful place.
Where everybody got a pain,
Slander is everyone's pay.
Yeah... Yeah... Yeah
Oho..ooh..oooooooh.....
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES....
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