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DeepSpace5 - World Go Round
(from the album The Night We Called It a Day)
© copyright 2001

Verse 1: Listener
Without these hard times you and I would not know how to treat prosperity/
I've lived my life dual optically/
and it would not be until I lost it that I could appreciate true clarity/
in front of my many reasons for these seasonal concepts includes experience and charity/
thrift of life is what I have to grasp using it sparingly just does not seem fair to me/
but I must go about humbly and try to build something/
try to help others build not just lumping my priorities as my only goals/
but to point myself directionally to brighten other stars/
and let them know about galaxies far beyond their thought platforms/
about men and songs about war and how it's wrong but it's right/
because basically without the dark we would not know to covet light/
I know you can hear but you don't always listen to me/
taking for granted every time you blink that when you open up you'll see.

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Around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang/
So whose winning this game (so who is it?)/
The finger thats spinning this thing/
Because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating/

Verse 2: Playdough
The world turns, but concerns me not with what they got/
Plot land, follow the man leading to onslaught/
Ignorant of what they heading for, I speak in metaphors/
Straight into the market thats black, riding the track/
Bare back, down the path of the straight, open the gate/
Hates filling up the mind of the blind, so I decline/
All the fruits spoiled, coiled up in the middle was a riddle/
That had left me perplexed right in the text, out loud/
As I think it, in getting into the brainstream/
Looking for an answer, to keep it honest (i keep it honest)/
I got the finest of noodles that I'm rhyming/
Still I'm bombing to the beat I feel/
The keep it real with rapping in tales of platinum sales/
You asking me, if its a tragedy that Master P could master thee/
Art of acceptance, but regardless he got it/
And if he can be successful, then do I really want it?

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Verse 3: manCHILD
This rollercoaster ride is up and down, its voice inflection/
Demolition experts, employed to destroy whats been erected/
I've seen intrepid warriors turn holy when they tempted/
Then listen to public outcry blatant genocide on a record/
That's like a cop who thanks a dealer for the crack that he sells (thank you)/
Like a woman who thanks a man for all those that he tells (thank you)/
And oh well, I smell the daisies and try to endure the bee stings/
Arm in arm, with weapons shooting blanks at three kings/
Spread my wing in the dark and fly by night/
Pain infliction keeps my pen encrypted, thats how I write (oh right, alright)/
I jump the turn-style, burn the sun-dial/
Cry on my pillow for a lifetime, just to experience one smile/
Call me a medicine man, everyone can/
Yeah, I see you lying over there but I believe its better to stand/
Pan-handle on the corner of devotion, and patiently waiting/
For the world to defy the trends and reverse its rotation/

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