Track 4112/5Alphanon

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Uh, are we trippin' off our own vision? Word is precision, a word or a way of livin' From the very beginnin' we were invented to listen Now everybody do they own thing, back to vicious Velociraptor wishes to give me that malicious All we want's a war and some bullet holes for Christmas Are you the type of person to read signs and miss it? Only to wonder how the situation was predicted? And still I see closed cages Freedom is the only way to peace And still I see closed cages Freedom is the only way to peace Peace, peace, peace, peace Lost in a feeling of hopelessness Often they all send spiral emotions To they all singin' the song that loops them Right into a hoop until they never wanna go home 'Cause everyone salutes them Mouth on the exhaust pipe, it soothe them Brood them, easier to live with the illusion Refuse them begets, get met with the shooting I rootin', if it my true king, you're mutin' Watch how he skip the whole boom ting The rude things and ain't no givin' it back, the youths win Gave 'em all of the tech, now technology I believe you've been corrected, Mr. Obsolete The wireless is connected, more than y'all can see Check the way the lighted electromagnet fight a scene Just to switch up the spectrum, look where I could be Now what a way to dimension all that I can see And still, and still, and still, and still, and still I see closed cages And freedom is the only way to face it And still, and still, and still, and still I see closed cages And freedom is the only way to face it Face it, face it, face it, face it, face it Face it, face it, face it, face it, face it