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your not to blame , i am not playing the game we're history The I mentality by Akeim Buck I am the disbeliever of all things material. Money to me is paper given unworthy value. Paper with pictures of people who never wanted to be important, But are given this status By groups who do not value the gift of life as much as we should The tax collector becomes the venerable member in society Who must be given attention or a bond will be broken. I ask: why this bond was made? Why we created a world where living is a chore? Living should not be work it should be something we can enjoy. Living is so hard to do for the poor They fear having a day off work For bills have the possibility of not being paid. Life has become a huge list of deadlines to be made and figures to be counted. Why not stop all of what we do and do something new. The face of the planet needs to change, We need to readjust, and a rebuilding of our society needs to be made A destruction of the material and superficial variables in life is in order. We must change everything because it is inhumane and selfish The way we live everyone is out to succeed for own selfish pleasure I am guilty of it too but I am just doing as a human do Which is to adapt to my surroundings to survive, the preservation of the id. Now a new has come, where the camouflage has to be withered Man has forgotten truest of values so now the man who knows Must live what he knows so others can see the message No more hiding the divinity in man’s thought Explore the mass which is always there but so easily not seen Due to the chase of the green, all mankind has become consuming fiends The eye of man now has no choice In order to make change the line must be broken The eye must be open so I can live in the open. parting ways , i know why caged birds sing i have a reflection , gotta lotta walls good times , upon the arrival of you i had a panic attack so watch out i am the one playing musical chairs so say hey there to me and then BAM next minute your pouring me drinks i use to think i was smart but guess i was just crazy she had an angels face that night i felt like a little man overthrown , they call it love , you make me want to have secrets too she is horny sunshine , she is number 1 , dont forget Do Peyote and party over here and make the sun come out