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BADMAN:
This is ANDERSON. WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Chastise me not,
I'm just like you, we all do wrong,
So why act as if you're ever good?
Hey,Nobody is righteous,dude.
You have no reason to condemn me.
Pressure on life, we all can see.
I wish you could forget about mine,
And focus on your life.
That could be fine.
If you should stop speaking lies,
It will even be the ultimate cure,
To make your dignity becomes secured.
I'm feeling good, and you're feeling contrite,
Since you're refusing to take off the log in your own eyes.
This is a theory of real fact,
Perturbed to be wisdomic and right.
If you could accept to do this act,
Truth and peace would raise you to a greater height.

Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Yet, we're expected to dance before time dies.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice, 


VERSE 2:
I'm apart in your flesh,
So why do your thoughts keep me with  negativity? 
But I'm still living well and fresh;
Grounded firmly in positivity.
All you wish for me is death,
I'm kicking in victory as you drown in dread;
Reaping the outcomes of your planted seeds,
Such transparency revealing your bad deeds.
Therefore, why should you backbite me,
When I'm busily fighting to be who I need to be?
I wish you also wrestle to break free,
From the world of greed.
Yesterday you lost at burying me, indeed.
Today too you're here again fighting me,
I know you'll be here tomorrow for the same thing.
I'm not minding you but I will forever win.

Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice, 
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice, 
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice, 

VERSE 3:
Whenever I move in, your heart starts to beat.
Although my concentration is not on you,
Still my intellect is able to read.
And your own instinct testifies that you're a fool. 
Outro:
You'll suffer forever.
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