There are a few things you gotta take into account:
I'm not an entertainer,
I'm not that kind of clown,
I've grown my smile alongside of my frown
since I lost touch with the cadence sound.
Memory served me until I was between
my country and truth and nothing that's clean.
Should I
have turned in my self and helped wipe the state clean
along with my mind and everything on screen?
Should I,
max out my time and just learn to settle,
calm the deep waters of this boiling kettle,
laugh off the corruption in our bankrupt environment,
dodge and stall and hide while big brother is firing?
War is no place for a child,
especially when his thoughts can't help but compile,
witnessed his own soul in a bloody black cowl;
but please (please)
please (please)
never think of him and frown
I smile while I'm bleeding
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