The Mind
A Mind is a terrible thing to waste...when you know that you have it
What you put inside your head and heart...No one else can grab it
You've been conditioned by the system so you can't escape poverty
They flash "success without work"...it doesn't add up to me
We say "shoot for your dreams," and get them all gassed up
And when they think it's to hard, they just simply give up
Lets give them hope before they tell themselves it's to late
Because a mind is a terrible thing to waste
If it were my choice, I'd change minds, correction, I WILL change minds
Because changed minds change lives
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