Tonart: A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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So this is the world.
Earth is the rest of the galaxy knows it.
Full of complainers.
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Being chased down by the haves and turned
into a whole bunch of bullshit.
Complaint is nothing more than a notion
to be filed and forgotten.
Problem is most of these people here have no
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cabinets so they pile their complaints
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in their living rooms and live with them
like furniture you can't sit on.
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Like ashes in an undumped tray.
just sitting there waiting to
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The quest for an open ear seems
to be a most human journey,
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a well -worn path taken by all
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at once and for none to see,
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so these people take for granted their
luxuries and spoilers
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for the sake of attention an
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d for the love of money,
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for the confusion within the
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American dream and the
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worldwide di aspora,
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Like people thinkin' they need
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TV or more attention
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RAM or a break
And nobody really cares
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Everyone seems to know
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Just what does it mean?
Complaining is nothing more than a notion to
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be fouled and forgotten.
Problem is, most of these people
here have no cabinets.
Singing a song and dance of circumstance,
making some put on pro -black pants and do
they dance at the minstrel show.
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Others go covert and hide their hatred behind glossy
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white toothed smiles and bad breath
Smothered in cosmetics and
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propaganda
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Causing the cap to burst and
Complaint
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An issued tissue paper with
Each side confident in their cross
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-examinations
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All questions have been
asked and answered
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Except your answer to the question
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And who the fuck are you?
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A pebble on a beach or
A boulder by the shore
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100 a week in the bank or
50 a day on whores
Smells to me of morals at war
A battle of bad options and
naive commitments
To intangible goalposts swaying in the wind
A sword fight between
procrastination and indecision
Makes up many a workday afternoon here
On the new plantation,
Planet
Earth, 2002
To sign a free world jail suits
for hire over here
Swimming oceans of your own stressed out sweat
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in a pool made of mistaken throwings away
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Seems to me just being
America means being a slave
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to calories and salaries
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Piling like cancerous mountains of vanilla ice cream
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cones with black face sprinkles
The first of the next thousand years,
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a new legal testimony for a new day
A badge in a black city,
it seems like the brothers best watch their back
Complaint is nothing more than a notion,
to be filed away
Problem is, most of these
people have no cabinets
And fear the unknown is a common
man's way of life here
Where I'm from we breathe
to break down the norm
And survive to be known as the clear sunshine
that follows thunder and storms
Rather than living on our knees
Where I'm from, we feel,
if our calling is such that we're tricked by fantasy, it's okay
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for my desires to follow my bloodstream,
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it's born in my heart and grows to rule my soul.
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But what does it all mean?
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This is a land fit to be fertilized by the inherent
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curiosity of a child in a room full
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of another child's discarded toys,
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my happiness and fulfillment found in the stuff made of
someone else's spoiled
Therefore fear most often takes
the form of dancing
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midgets on display in my mind, harmless, borderline comical,
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in an unintentional fashion.
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Complaint is really nothing more than a notion,
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something to be filed away, and forgotten.
Mother
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we got some work to do here.
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