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as i listen to those who are televised
the television has me under control, hypnotized
living my rendition of those who criticize
i´m thinking my opinion is outside the box,
but its not, its inside
i´m boxed in, imprisoned by the devil´s eyes,
my contact lenses, and all i see is lies,
half truths which are fiction in disguise
a leading role too evil to describe?
outside the box?, i think not, its inside
comedy, action, suspence, tears,
a soundtrack that complements my ears
i call it C.A.S.T., a cast of your own peers
auditioning to heal the wounds inflicted
on you through the years
as i opened my eyes i still had them shut
thinking the dream was over, thinking
¨I´ve had enough¨
not knowing I was still asleep, still cuffed
began to think outside the box and woke up
as i opened my eyes i found that box
and turned it off,
turned it back on and put my life on pause
taking a moment to think
outside the box
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