Finding The Mean

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life

The key to the padlock on the magic box it's constant danger no longer running from strangers the thief's in the house stealing energy like siphoning gasoline ride this rollercoaster until the wheels fall off when they do fix the flat and keep it pushing this life's not real it's a knockoff we are under assault while those in power beat their meat and get their rocks off it's crystal clear like rock salt selling the family bull is a ticket to see a giant in the sky That's how high if you sign on the dotted line if one hates ones brother and sister it's no blood loss if one gets knocked off it's imminent danger we're no longer running from strangers paint the picture then frame the art this life's not for faint of heart it hurts like being jilted by a sweetheart bittersweet like a sweet tart all you need is the right beat to get the flow going push start it's power in action it's like a pushcart wealth is having good health it's a great advantage to helping oneself I'm dead if I can't get out of bed got to move around I'm old fashion I need traction can't let dust grow underneath me I'm still breathing