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From synapses to digital print


In these hard times you do whatever it takes  Cannot make regrettable mistakes For it is you who controls your future You're not a loser Know you are master of your universe And your wildest dreams will manifest in front of your eyes This is not a lie. So we all should realize  Don't follow what's advertised . For it is the age of innovative creativity And we seek to quench the thirst that keeps us going  To solve the problems which are growing And becoming more important Day by day as we stay dormant. So laugh if you think I am too serious I just choose not to be delirious I stay on the path to wealth, health, and happiness And won't take any less And no matter how hard you try You can't stop me now Its the one man army Forcing enemy retreat to the sea So I relax and cruise through time  Not getting stuck in the crosshair Because my words break from the lair Of the suppressive elite who get it twisted   Forgetting I am the wicked. And no chains can prevent the revelations of what I speak  I simply allow it to leak From synapses to digital print.
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