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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