Times get harder and colder after you survive
Living on borrowed times, whose turn is it to shine
It's laughable how you try put your past behind
Reclaim stolen eclipse and sunshine, these are shadowed times
Of mellow rhymes that cannot cross the yellow lines
Where's the boundary, can't locate it, you forsake it
You berate it, like vanished money that you donated
What a tragic, swami gimmicks turned black magic
Coming around and calling it philosophy of logic
History repeats, yet another generation fooled
Paper chasers believing religiously in schools
These are peasant tools, you critic Socratic methods
Set the ball rolling, turning moments like effect Ratchet
Hatred in the veins of pessimists, socialists and Marxists
Axis tipping mentalists, opportunists and batteries
Work overload, I deviate onto the lonely road
Leavin' you cold, friends turn into the phony mode
So I'm searchin' for antidotes for the people I dote
Assailed by doubts as I embark a different boat..
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