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Allt Things Considered

I dive into existance wit´ discomfort as follows/
Dreamin´ dreams of tomorrow caused by eternal everyday sorrow/
Thinkin´ of the world spinning backwards towards the beginning/
To see everybody playin´ but not havin fun cos they ain´t winnin´/
I´m sick of shit, those who pull others down for own profit/
cynical hypocrits, and raise themselves by pointing subliminal misfits/
Suspicious of conspiracies, world endings based on one theory/
Makin´ us paranoid by sayin “it´s a two way mirror see”/
It´s a society, not a parade of prisoners/
It´s a community with individuals not a charade of whisperers/
And I´m a listener, not one who obeys blindly/
I ain´t doin nothin for no one unless they ask me kindly/
Flying high on reality, that´s my indulgence/
My emotions work as propulsion but seem to cause convulsion/
Rhymin is my response, communicate with deranged linguistics/
a prime specimen of prolonged stay on moral statistics/

[2x]
When there´s a crying child there´s another one laughing/
When a heart is broken no-one starts the gatherin/
And for every leaf that grows, another ten wither/
Guess I´m doin pretty fine all things considered/

My own behaviour makes me depressed cos I´m obsessed/
With the angels that appear at night in my dreams of manifest/
Feel blessed but still so stressed cos of the expectation that upon me rest/
When less is more how do I know that I´ve got nothing but mess/
My life´s a game of chess, and the queen´s headed my way/
I tell her not to hurt me and show my regrets by prayin/
Sayin, my soul is a ventreloquist/ and I´m merely a dummy/
And I venture bliss/ that makes me still feel crummy/
Want to put an end to this/ though I keep running/
It´s like a surrendered blitz/ in a raining day that´s sunny/
But the sun has hidden itself and it won´t be shinin no more/
Before I was happy but now the conflicts of my mind have risen to war/
What´s in store for me´s a mistery considering what I got before/
Forgotten by the lord, cos I´ve cut the communication cord/
I feel a crazy need to adore, The clear and haze meet through hardcore/
But on the bottom I remain the Laz-E street Truebador/


[2x]
But when there´s a crying child there´s another one laughing/
When a heart is broken no one notices the gatherin´/
We admire the growing leaf, though another ten wither/
I can´t understand all the things considered/

Life just sent me an eviction note/
So I wrote it back to explain it was based on contridictional votes/
Raged into the desert despite the predictions though/
And drank the poison which is life knowing it has no antidote/
Hallucinating, got so many visions/ but no one to share them with/
I talk to everyone but no one listens/ It´s getting crowded thoughts amidst/
And I understand so much tryin to stand above/
But it drags me to the bottom of the issue there´s so much I´ve had enough of/
People always try to get to the bottom of things but it´s lonely/
Hitting it to bounce back up, but I didn´t bounce, seems I´m the only/
one that couldn´t catch up with the pace posessed by hate/
Commited mental suicide and confessed just to rest my case/
I wasn´t going mad I had always been just finally realised/
After so many attemps I saw the world through real eyes/
The pandemonium became so clear, I just stood there looking surprised/
Watching people do mistakes and rise back up to´em it twice/

[2x]
So help the cryin child and stop the other from laughin/
Stop breakin hearts cos you can make it happen/
And when a leaf grows, make sure it don´t wither/
Then we´ll be doin good, with all things considered/


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