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The post man came late today Vinyl's dead anyway How could I flip lying still Six feet beneath contrasting beliefs This was the age when I'd kill kill kill kill kill kill Small town but I don't have no pride Few years away and not much tried All that's to see is past its prime Crowded and disparaged I don't have a label it's not fair Maybe apathetic I don't care Not allowed to say they put us here But it's hard to do your best When you're fighting for the scraps Left by generations past Said that we could do anything As I rolled Haunted by militant goals Tracking wherever I scroll Searching the key to my soul At least I know who's in control Judgment will pass on the bold Discontent stays in the mold In the loop out of the fold I had a dream that our wars crossed the seams When the dry land stayed dry underground Woke up to the sun With my hands on a gun In a box with the best troops around As I rolled Haunted by militant goals Tracking wherever I scroll Searching the key to my soul At least I know who's in control Judgment will pass on the bold Discontent stays in the mold In the loop out of the fold Once in a day not a time far away Did I know that I knew that I tried To climb my way out Take a breath Look about and realize that There's no one topside Small town but I don't have no pride Few years away and not much tried All that's to see is past its prime Crowded and disparaged I don't have a label it's not fair Maybe apathetic I don't care Not allowed to say they put is here But it's hard to do your best When you're fighting for the scraps Left by generations past Said that we could do anything