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They say one, two, three, four eyes
But may I remind you of my fifth
My sixth sense sees what you won't not can't
So what if the Landlord let you in
Showed you how all these walls are see through
Would you see what I see
Would you bleed red, blue, or a purplish hue
Someone told me I was green once and I think I was missing a cue
Too high off the fumes
You see me
But I can barely see two inches ahead of me
So how can that be

I'm starting to pick up on this thing called waking up
No more faking love
Holding hands instead of guns
Respecting you because we are us
Children of a brother
Born of sister who had a mother
I am blind
Hear voices in the wind
Remember past lives
And want to speak to my people
Our people
Who don't want to hear me
And I'm starting to understand why
I mean
Who the f*ck is this guy
And what is he saying
And why should I listen to these songs that he's playing