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Ascension

Loud! Loud! Loud!

all they do is shout

out their lungs together in the crowd

pretending to know what this is all about

the world is fucked, everyone offended

since when the heck has the rules been bended?

all those times they pretended

to stand up for those who ain't defended

but hey at least they fake

cause sometimes this shit is too hard to take

and they pretend to relax just for the sake

of keeping their mind safe

from the chaos ensuing in the world

but think for once who is at fault?

why is it a default 

setting of us hoomans to show who the fuck has the greatest flaws?

"tell me what's wrong? will you?

but shut it up inside you too

so no matter how much suggestions flew

from your mind, i won't do the shit that you tell me to"

this is basically the shit right now, 

everyone wants to talk and they want to shout

but who the fuck listens to anyone? ah just shut your damn mouth

oh! you don't know how?

just think moron, think for a moment

use this time to think and hone it

before you go bullshitting about how it is shit

think for a moment and take a seat

and analyse the damn thing before you speak

now that you are at your peak

use your mind and don't be a dick

and think for a second before following the same old bleak

messages that everyone is after but be discreet

because the world is a mess, and if you are different

then you are automatically a nut case

a filthy disgrace 

slow at pace

someone who has been badly raised

think morons, think before you shit

let go of the old beliefs, use logic for a bit

and know that conspiracies and false faces click

together and they make a hit

so use your mind, and be a bit you-don't pretend

and that is what truly means to ascend. 

-Yakaa: Jujaan

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