Nothing Goin On
There's nothing, nothing goin on
Same old small town, some old gossip goin round
That's what them haters be on
Visions and out of body experiences
My super-conscious laying it all out for me
Whatever, however, I'll do whatever it takes
to make it out this hell I'm in
I must remember the actual events
How close am I to the truth I am unaware
Is there any room for hope for a pardon of my sins
Will they revisited on my sons am I a cursed man
My plight is it a figment of my imagination
Or is it a reality I can't run away or escape from
I'm filled with questions and dread and a premonition
if I make the wrong moves my life may end
And everything at this point in my life
I consider it all to be sacred ground
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