Counting on my Hands
They were twice removed from the past, and like a dog it follows in the future
That constant reminder of failure
or, that constant idiot that reminds you were you started
Where do you want go?
What do you want to be?
Consumers - consume the paranoia of freedom and forget reality of poverty
Im counting down those days where leaders finally prance down the halls and the streets of the ghetto
Where Martins and Malcolm's dream finally come true
Im counting on the social equality definition to resinate to new
Im counting down the days until I graduate, become a change and a voice.
Counting these years over and over again until my counting is done.
That constant reminder of failure
or, that constant idiot that reminds you were you started
Where do you want go?
What do you want to be?
Consumers - consume the paranoia of freedom and forget reality of poverty
Im counting down those days where leaders finally prance down the halls and the streets of the ghetto
Where Martins and Malcolm's dream finally come true
Im counting on the social equality definition to resinate to new
Im counting down the days until I graduate, become a change and a voice.
Counting these years over and over again until my counting is done.
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