Sketches of Pain

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They say, or at least they say that they say
 That reality is only what your mind chooses to believe
 If that's true, believe this
 I don't rap, I talk rhythm into a mic
 I try to enlight and let my soul take flight
 I can't describe it, cause it's more like a feeling
 To grab a mic and touch every soul up in the building
 To fill a room with love from the floor to the ceiling
 Where ain't nobody shooting and there ain't nobody killing
 I can't describe it but you feel it in the air
 It's the thump of the base, it's the snap of the snare
 I can't describe it cause it's more like a feeling
 A future with me and no mics, I don't see it
 It's hip hop and this is all that I know
 I plug the mic into the speaker give these people a show
 It seems these days everybody is a scholar
 Not because they love knowledge because they love dollars
 I feel bad for those who live and die for their possessions
 Know nothing, know it all answering the wrong questions
 Like this, dude I know at university school
 Works hard gets A's but the boy is a fool
 He doesn't get people, he's uncomfortable around them
 Couldn't find a square hole, so he tried to fit in a round one
 Bad move, but the boy stays patient
 It ain't about education college is a corporation
 So when I don't feel like dealing with the world that surrounds me
 My Radiohead video tech bumps loudly
 And proudly without giving a blink
 Shit, my life is too short to care about what you think
 I just open my brain, drip ink like rain
 And I sit down describing these sketches of pain
 Sometimes I feel my life is just one long day
 Like I'm on the right track but I'm riding wrong train
 What does the song say, and they scream to the youth
 Get up, stand up you know it's the truth
 All day Leon Trotskis preach revolution
 Waiting for singers and rappers to offer a solution
 It can weep for you, it can grieve for you
 It can open your eyes, but it can't see for you
 It's just music and it won't change the world
 People got to do it, every boy every girl
 Fuck Darwin, we got to carry one another
 Every woman is your sister, every man is your brother
 The day we the people decide to stand united
 There ain't a government in the world that can fight it
 The day we the people decide to stand united
 There ain't a bloody army in the world that can fight it
 And you know this, man
 

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Duration
04:17
Key
7
Tempo
90 BPM

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