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Morning rises, stretch out my back,

step my feet off my sack,

thoughts attack and i might just

quickly need to light up,

too many words and ways to turn,

for just one of us to learn,

everything and everyone, habits and causes,

effects of hearing too much applauses,

those days that i speak of in each song,

are in the past, already gone,

all i can do is choose to relive,

then towards the end give in to forgive,

is this how we live? this life of mine,

can be filled under the name Hard Times,

as long as the rhyme and feelings coexist,

i'm sure i can handle all of this.