Decisions
I don’t play games that the other slaves do
You don’t want me in the game
Cuz you would lose too
I have too many thoughts
Too much big stuff on my mind
To play pin the tail on the donkey
While I’m leading the blind
Open your eyes
Can you feel that yet?
Cuz if you can’t
Life might be a wreck
I’m talking geometric layers
Inside of your mind
The place is a kingdom
For man that is kind
Build it up and hold it in
Does it taste so sweet
Nothing is better than forgiving the sin
That makes you complete
In fact all we have is acceptance of them
Because one day all we have are memories of sin
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