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At the End of the Day
Folder:
The Every Now and Thens In the corner of boredom,
I stretch my mind to the other side
At the end of the day,
it's the music that's in the air
The screamo and emo and the
bee bop to hip hop that gets us by
You can't help yourself
That cake is too large, not to eat
Indulge in the historical streets of
verse and rythm, with your
sony headphones and your glass
of pepsi-cola
Who are you, is who you are
Yeah who are you, is who you are
Are you willing to accept this venture?
This opportunity of gift, for telling yourself exactly
how it is
I'm sure folks are willing to listen
I'm sure they're ready to throw down those
moral lines and crash into this generation
These rythmatic armies of voices need a leader
and I am tired of following.
