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Times Are Changing


I got the world on my shoulders

But nobody understands

I got the weight of my plans,

In the palm of my hands

See in the beginning there’s

no place That I stand

But for others I’m just another invaluable plan.

To say that I see my future

Is not my command

But to say another man

Would never understand

Is already another prolific stand.

Gods got a plan they say

Just wait on it god will see you through

But life’s just shifting the atmosphere

And this atmosphere is polluted.

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