Clinging to the rhythm and the
Wisdom of the Idhin
Either that's the future, or thereisnone
Repent and sinagain like a faucet dripping
I cannotfeed your complements to
All my children

Listen, I threw the kitchen sink
At everything that I've attempted
I threw this letter away five times
'fore I signed and sent it
I put my handprint in the
Patent of what I invented
I scribe a sentence that defying
All your laws and limit's
I don't feed the machine, I feed human beings
Don't perform for the form
But what it truly means
Ain't no such thing as beauty queens
Love and service are the
Stuff of movie scenes
I'm at my best when I can disappear
The only time that I show
Up is when I'm insincere
Listen here: there's no such
Thing as "isn't fair"
There's only what you keep and what you kill
I know you feel me there
I was once militant against the military
Blind dog with a seeing
Eye man interesting pair
If I wasn't bald, I'd whip my hair
So when you sit and stare
You wouldn't have shit to compare

Clinging to the rhythm and the
Wisdom of the Idhin
Either that's the future, or there is none
Repent and sin again like a faucet dripping
I cannot feed your complements
To all my children

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