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Make no mistake the timberline was by design with no reply,
as sure as where the sky meets sea, or you & me are gonna die,
when they looked round, could not be found, foot left the ground, became the rider,
& crows don't murder for the fun when only one is drawn to the sun,
the air becomes wind in his face, the discontent, the pressing pull,
& what's behind is what he knows & what's ahead is why he's breathing,
the cellar door left unexplored affords a darkness cannot keep,
because his holster holds the key between his need & Tennessee
There's no interpretation when you know what you have to do just like there's no opinion when they put you to the screws
There's only in, there's no out, when you're the point that they prove and no, you can't make me talk, you can't etch truth in what moves
Throw the babies to the wolves, we ride fast & light
Become something to believe in
Growing up, most of what the world taught me was that i would need greed to succeed, i learned that life was pass or fail, & that profit was the difference, but somewhere along the way i found that i had much more respect for kindness than selfishness, the people that i looked up to were not rich, they had integrity, they made decisions with others in mind, not just themselves, i wanted so badly to emulate that way of life, despite this, i have lost friends because of money, i have allowed it to shape part of who i am, but therein lies the struggle, & every day i hope to keep fighting, we are not saying anything new, not saying anything original but it must be heard over the deafening drone of advertisements & above the lofty lies of a capitalistic society fueled by fear, humans are more important than profits, I owe everything to those who taught & remind me that
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