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profound for a generation that could care less & less about those who would sit in luxury with their criticisms.
YouTube - Company Flow:
"I've got two underpaid educators on the faders Mad about the salaries of baseball players A nation of thugs waving guns at the mayor The meek on they knees, cold prayin' for savior Enabled to outlast disease that plagues ya Scientists with remedies, save 'em for later In God we trust, written on the paper Which soon will burn, as humans learn To upgrade, advance But wade, too far in the waters of chance Stress reaches up to the heavens, its arms Take the form of nuclear bombs And when they weary, they drop and crush theory Laying to waste every thing you held dearly Let this near it, at this point you see clearly You nodded through peril, just scream if you hear me
anger will not recognize your good intentions beamed from your keyboards. there is no shortage of rage... building at breakneck speeds

intimately profound, you wanna ignore the truth in that?

in close, more from Company Flow
"My time is slim, it ripples like tight skin over rib cages Where I'm from, the powers that be got us livin' like dogs Chasing our tails three-hundred and sixty degrees Going nowhere, blinded by the glare of the green Not talking weed I'm talkin' dollars They're taping your every move on this planet It's a life-long race from start to finish A competition where many win and many more get deminished A selected few cross through, a checkered flag for the first of 'em Those who come in first place just had more thirst in 'em A little bit more burst in 'em, but keep out the catch We're all living in this poll-position Some are just more focused to win and acquire the things that glisten While others get left in the dust, miles away Placed in the opposite position, *issing their lives away So my time is slim, my time is slim, my time is slim..."
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