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more books have been written than
can be read in a life time
so much torn from history
not much of a legacy to stand on
hard to believe still it's true
we're going through xanadu
places unknown been told
eyes unshown we talk a lot
our words are few never stopping
until we're through on faith alone
is how we grew into grown nuff
grownups grown enough to speakout
enough no more stuff held back
holding lack accused of being wrong
coz we say coz I'm black been like that
from way back ain't nothing new
coz we lived long enough we knew
come tomorrow knock on the door
no loss we been poor like here before
still striped in scars from war
here again like coming back for more
write the wrong rewrite the song
somethings off the beat is wrong
in a rush to tik tok tranformation
at the speed of light in a tunnel
in search of light too blue to fear light
told mama it ain't right she said
it's like I said still no reason she said
it's in season I can't stop this flow
don't know how long this thread gone go
feel like I'm knitting a stol so long
it's draging the floor the fires hot
the dragon wants war
the Lions creeping in the thick
of things ready to pounce on the
remains truth hurts I feel no pain
lied to so much no truth sustains
still the trip taken is not in vain
