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Sometimes, I think of how much of my words were real—do I really feel the things I'm saying or where they just products of my wish to please the people around me?
The flow does take me —I rhyme without thought of how it would sound to the regular passer-by The show takes me —I go on without much left in my because it's what I expect the world expects from me
So, sometimes, I do think of how much of my life is my own and how much have I been spending trying to make others' lives better lately —do I really feel the need to do good or is it just me hoping that I'll be rewarded for it someday?
The greed does take me —I give without thought believing I'll get repaid for it eventually The evil takes me —I shift without anything left to lose somehow convinced I have everything to gain
That way, sometimes, I think of how much of my face and the sides I'm showing to the world was real —do I really believe the thoughts I have or are they just there to gain sympathy from the people who won't have anything to spare me at all?
