More practice in mixing my game composition style and hip-hop style.

Lyrics:

some would say, that tears are weakness that, leave the frame

of panic, pain, esapees from your inner prison

out to play, placing wagers on joy aint a 

winning game, win or lose, probabilitys the 

same that your mainframe malfunctions, no wonder 

that your tears escape, theres punctures, previous 

experiences stung so assumption's, that none would

want to share the sun, as they once did

Dont cry man, Dont cry man

its okay im here now man

it's over in mere moments

wake up and smell the roses

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don't, care none- if your profane, if your dark 

jokes hide an inner pain, or just an ill sense of 

humour in the face of vain, attempts to try to make some sense of

lifes adventures, most of mine i've benched so 

i cant tell your fortune, words said in heat so potent

we're sort've caught in traps that warp sense

every respite is, lord sent, flip a thousand bucks of 

burgers and, dont earn a cent of what the worth is, 

it makes you, feel worthless, i know i wanna burn it, 

but what will that achieve, so extinuish with escaping drops of 

inner purpose, surface level thoughts all rot like why not 

when washing dishes is all your cursed with

everything and the kitchen sink, pride shrinky dink,

nine times reinforced, though a third the height and width

heightened sense, of what was stolen, from previous links

like avatar my aunts and uncles tell me what was lost

cunts want one last promenade, fuck the future fuck the past, 

world wide cut and run by the upper class, when 

nothin lasts, why bother workin when you can 

make a sucker dance, just sit and laugh, ha ha ha, 

My friend, let this knowledge bloom not end

 dont let gloom, blind you, to their ineptitude

i swear that soon, we will march for, what is due

this system needs to be broke, and thats what we'll do

Dont cry man, Dont cry man

its okay im here now man

it's over in mere moments

wake up and smell the roses

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