Battle In My Mind 1.4
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Brain cells dyin’ while I’m playin’ Atari
I kick it old school like a T.V. with a dial
I’m a train wreck flamin’ on the tracks of denial
I’m a loco motive rippin’ through your stalled out car
I’m gonna be who I am - I don’t care who you are
They’ve said it before but I’ma say it again
Burn motherfucker burn crank it up past ten
I push it to eleven like a 5-gram bag
I download my drugs to make your broadband lag

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Nightmares come see me
Live in fear of the greedy
No faith in those controlling
When mushroom clouds start rolling
I battle in my mind the death of our society
The news brings me down I hide from my sobriety
No one really knows if the truth is what they told us
Real-time strategy clickin’ on the soldiers

Wearing cement shoes in a river with no paddle
Up against a poisonous snake with a razor sharp rattle
I can battle shit much worse than this
But I beat myself down with my father’s fist
Unity’s a crystal that’s been cracked for years
Evil rules the good buyin’ millions of tears
Buyin’ more years with hell-care for the privileged
We should go back to huntin’ food for our village
Loyal brothers pillaging their best of friends
Does goodwill matter? Well son that depends
It’s who you are that shows the story’s ends

What confuses me now is the image your projectin’
In the state of the nation at our time of re-election
Media on the trail findin’ dirt to sell their feeds
To entertain the sheep and disregard our needs
Are you sick of me talking about the world that breaks me?
My voice fades down as your fearful gods take me
Why’s your religion a weapon if peace is what its for?
While you give to the rich and steal from the poor
When I was young they said this world would be ours
But the knife turns further and deepens our scars

As I wander – I wonder who am I to wish for more
Others wield the keys with no luck in findin’ doors
Multi colored wax is the wick to the facts
Different starting point for the boots for the tracks
I speak paralysis, disease, famine and mayhem
Not the luck that they have but the lack of we gave them
Lack of what we coulda, woulda, shoulda fucking gave them