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Hidden Corruption.


A piece of time for time at peace before I lay deceased.

Different strains of the marijuana keep me at ease.

I love the weed, but my mind is wise from experimenting.

OBE's from DMT, life ain't what you vision.

 

Tell me, baby.

Is that my body infront of me?

My third eye let's me grasp what they don't what us to see.

The governments a Thug.

What are they hidng from us?

"We the people, for the people."

You didn't mean it, huh?

 

Don't trust the government or religion for Righteous reason.

Domination and money, don't really care who's eating.

 

You're always drinking this pink.

Man, it just has you sleeping.

The world is speaking.

Smoke and explore all that it's teaching.

 

I'm always at peace, man.

Up in the cut chiefing.

I stay high and lifted

but hate to see the society weeping.

 

The system is trippin'.

Setting niggas up like every weekend.

 

Now free your Bro cause he's sentenced.

He lost his soul and was snitching.

On business that wasn't finished.

He gave the Feds all of your digits.

You can't believe it, it's sickening.

 

Now your memories are history.

Because the system is a mystery.

The penitentiary is killing me.

I just wish that we all could see.

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