I won't believe their lies and what they feeding ya
Striving for better, ain't always expedient
Meisen Place, throroughly check every ingredient
our minds impregnated, by universal controls
find universal truths and use'em to break the molds
break choke holds, break the nose
if it will set you free
the sect that I'm in, ain't succomb to the Melody
Soul spoken through music, no shackles on the beam
tackle problems head on, stead long, steel your mind
if you want to pick the lock, seek the key and you shall find
hiding in plain sight, blending the whole time
go against the flow, dischord needs to chime
starts in the middle class, Grass Roots will Walk the line
like roses Grown from concrete, opposition will be defied
the truest tribe of all, yes, we mirror the devine
D. Abshire
July 8th, 2010~9:40am
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