He's got the charm of a devil,
smile to prove it.
She's got a mind full of fate,
heart to win it.
I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.
Oh, do you have seal of the soul that I used to know?
Or can I be free from my past reality?
My life is a dream,
a perspective in the making made future gleam of who I am and who I want to be,
an A.B.C abductee, intitutionalized ET
A.B.C.'s didn't come easily in the dream as a prophesied academic hide over the shoulder of a long lost tribe.
Well that's not my vibe.
A blank slate to paint the saint in the making.
Saint of never knowing or showing the true view of the hell he's been through.
Call me a thief,
but I've got teeth to beef back the attack from your mental map of racial crap.
innocent and holy,
you'll never hold me.
That's why I'd rather quit this cold,
make it bold,
turn these dreams into gold.
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