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Behind the Walls
04:03
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Time after time, these walls have stared me down.
Older and older we've grown.
Without a sound, the barriers gain.
Tonight, my tongue sleeps, while the walls speak in silence.
A silence spoken only through the hands of time;
The hands of time and my own.
Another moon brings to pass the ones before.
The walls read me as I them.
They say they are not to blame;
For I, not them, have brought me here.
True, as I have watched them grow taller till there was no escape.
Brick by brick, laid by my own hands.
Built on Greed, Lust, Rage, Hate, Lies, and envy; They sustain.
An absorption of sin brings height.
As the very same hands built;
On Truth, Giving, Love, Peace, and Happiness;
They can disassemble.
The day freedom breaks me free.
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2. |
Robbed
03:11
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I was robbed last night, and I lost everything I owned,
I was robbed last night, and I lost everything I owned,
And I like to a cried like a baby, when I saw what gone.
The window was broken, and the lock was gone from the door,
The window was broken, and the lock was gone from the door,
All they left me was the lights a burnin', and the tile on the floor.
The landlady told me, she saw two strange men around,
The landlady she told me, she saw two strange men around,
Said one was short and nasty,
and the other one weighed least three pounds.
I was robbed last night, lost everything I had,
I was robbed last night, lost everything I had,
I know I been evil, sometime in my life, but I ain't never been that bad.
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3. |
A Day in the Life
04:37
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It's just another day, another unconnected call,
Days spent killing time between meals, gettin' no mail at all.
Walkin' back and forth, down this same ol' worn out mile,
Same uniforms, yeah, same worn out old smiles.
Bobble heads swaying, to and from the medicine cart,
Like clockwork the watchers switch, the new shift will start.
In an 8x10, waitin' on that bunk and junk call,
Brick by brick, philosophy from a jailhouse wall.
Recycled stories, told to new ears around,
Conversations dead to old ears, ain't nuthin' but sound.
Like time that wears on, I have nothing to say,
I'm wasting away, as I waste the day.
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4. |
Time About Change
04:01
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Take me back to the things I knew,
Before there's nothing left for me to hold on to.
It's like no-body knows how to give a damn anymore,
Behind every shred of kindness somebody's keepin' score.
I remember being blind, to all the dirty little lies,
Our poor Mother Earth keeps from children's eye's.
I remember being blind, to all the dirty little lies,
Our poor Mother Earth keeps from children's eye's.
Didn't worry bout' payin' bill's,
Gettin' hooked on prescription pill's.
No such thing as a lover's jealousy,
Never had the law commin' after me.
Wasn't thinkin' how my life was a mess,
Didn't owe a damn thing to the I.R.S.
Never told to pretend that I had class,
Or tryin' not to tell someone to kiss my ass.
Way back when I saw things differently,
Only as a child will Earth hide her disgrace,
Memories fade away, taking your history.
When innocence is gone, your just a rat in the race.
I remember being blind, to all the dirty little lies,
Our poor Mother Earth keeps from children's eye's.
I remember being blind, to all the dirty little lies,
Our poor Mother Earth keeps from children's eye's.
Time about change, time about change.
Time about change, time about change.
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Lay me to rest, as I hear the Death bell toll,
While the flesh may be breathing, there's an uncertain soul.
Like prey, running to stay alive,
Deaths the hunter, just killing to survive.
Killing to survive.
Consuming not the bodily function,
But a reclusive cancer of internal destruction.
Devouring me from the inside out,
I'm learning what living to death is all about.
What living to deaths about.
Falling to Sloth seems but slow suicide,
No-matter the speed, this is not how I'd hoped I'd died.
I can run no-more, my cremated life will follow,
As dust in the wind I pray I am tomorrow.
So dissolve me completely, as the death bell tolls low,
And rings into silence, as it's my time to go.
As it's my time to go.
As it's my time to go.
As it's my time to go.
As it's my time to go.
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6. |
Untitled
04:09
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Out of words, a letter can resurrect feelings.
The silence of words written can be a wrecking ball;
Drawn further till every word is absorbed, then released.
A sonic wave of emotions, imploding within on impact.
Through these literary emotions, I hear her convicting voice.
Her scripts unsighted are just that; dormant words.
But animated through my eyes, they are a wrecking crew.
Laying my spirit to ruin.
Through documented conversation, she brings death of me.
I just want to cry.
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7. |
Denial in the 3rd
03:46
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Time, won't tell, but would if you could see your face.
And time, that will, wouldn't cause' you'd never believe there was a trace.
Looking through mirrored glass, there's your lies and you.
And the reflection of the you, you once knew.
You think you can be that man again, but your reflection says, your lyin'.
Time will tell through the lines grown in your skin;
And time that won't is speechless, knowing you only by where you've been.
The glass you viewed your lies through has long since been broken.
From your shattered reflection you feel the ages, no longer concealed;
Time has spoken.
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Calling on an invitation, I sat with the Sun.
We met at our spot, with much to share.
Once in a while, the wind would speak,
But only when passing by.
We spoke not of yesterdays, or tomorrows;
Only the moment.
A vacation from Autumn's shift.
Drawn to a close only by dusk,
And the encroaching Winter.
With the Sun, and not a word spoken;
On a warm day, at November's end.
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9. |
A Prayer for the Day
03:30
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This is the beginning of a new day,
God has given me this day to use as I will.
I can waste it, or use it for good,
But what I do today is important,
Because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever.
Leaving in it's place something that I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain; and not loss.
Good; and not evil.
Success; and not failure,
In order that I shall not regret the price that I have paid for it.
REPEAT:
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10. |
InstruMental Funk
03:07
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