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Taproot

Breakin' 'em off a piece of my wicked funky style up front str8
Up, no hiding behind a facade conformed society's way masses try
To fit in, sin after sinner up inner higher self discriminatin'
Against the ways others are livin' their live's but i's real
Different yes a unique open mind just fuckin' sittin' around
Here totally bored just waitin' for fate to let me conquer my
Goals, these helpless feelins' although they're not true, no
Verve is left inside of my soul, but tell me what can i do?
Forced to cope, just don't know, how to acheive, my goals...a
Life derived through inner strength, and the traits in the
Divine, strange perversity dominates, the spirit and the mind...