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Goodnight to the Moon

Staring at the full moon 
Stuck in this portal of doom
Hiding in our bed room 
We riding with izoom
Thinking we are free 
Location is pinged
Freedom is a fee 
We can't just be 
There is no we 
In this current society
Searching for peace 
There is none 
There is only me 
In search of sanity 
We lose our vanity 
This War on clarity 
Call me schezo 
They comin for me 
Because all I want 
Is to flee 
From who they 
Want us to be 
It's true 
Nothing is free 
Especially this shit 
They handing me
It's all conspiracy 
It's all conspiracy 

◄ Political Preference

Modern Music Makes me Lose it ►

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