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Souleye
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The Victim
The stakes are high
Plus, the weights heavy
I've been around the globe
Yeah I've seen plenty
Enough to hold a conversation
An ordinary commentary
Through out the planet
These underground rappers are buried
Unlimited talent their hands reaching out of the ground / I attempt to lift them up
With a cup that's half full / I pour a little out
Its like rain falling down straight from the clouds / And as we wrestle temptations
The temperatures risings
I'm purging my trauma no longer
Holding on to the drama / I need a shaman in my life / Who prepares me for my rebirth
Place me in the center of the pyramids
Sacred is the seed that's the Earth
I live and I learn I can see that the pain that I feel
Is for growth / A gift I discovered
The strength and the gain
I no longer play the victim
I know you're not to blame
Back and forth through these trap doors
I'm not a walking corpse
I'm not a victim to life circumstance
I circumvent chance and place my self
In a position to advance
And maybe plant medicine's the answer we need
To finally learn to grieve
Well that's cancer relief / Death of the ego
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Leaves me to wonder if life has a sequel
I'm standing at the top of a mountain looking down / At the canopy below
It's evening autumn / I don't want to fall but the foliage is so beautiful I hearing it calling me
It sounds like angels singing a symphony
Divinely orchestrated why is heaven so debated
The human race losing touch with the sacred
We're running right past it
I wish we could slow down
I believe in miracles they're happening right now
Imagine waking up with no TV
No electricity and your phone won't work
Check the radio but not one station comes on
Feel the panic outside something is wrong
It's that chest tight feeling why are we even here
If all we do is complain, argue, fight, live with envy
A bunch of hungry hippos
Hippocrates living toxic
Gossip talking behind each others backs
There was once a poem I read from a boy who
Grew up as an adult living that poor me mentality / Raised in poverty / Lack of community
That little boy was me / Chaos created family
No longer do I cling to my old past
There's a new paradigm for my life at last
I'm waking up from unconscious demands
I've had this monster under my bed
Now I hold his hand
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