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activities of the light, loose me in sin, ( That crumb of bread, in the big city’s bin, That holds my strength, thus my world spins, It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. Absorbed in my fate, he remains unknown, (the fate remains unknown) Robber of my destiny, O God my heart is torn, Desolate remains my home, in the streets I sit alone, Day dreaming of rich, in illusion I am gone, It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. At night it’s cold, men of industry lay in temporary rest, Without positive insight to mold, bad character puts me to test, Taking by force another man’s bread, rolling with societies’ pets, My conscious temporarily dead, my head was a skull without a sense, It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. They walk through the threshold, between the lines of recruit, Young unfortunate bones, waiting to follow suit, Rise in the ranks, raised in circuits, The long pursuit, of life in the street with no clear exit, It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. 20, 000 die each day, 500 million is the mark of ordo abchao, Intelligence is pay, the puzzles don’t fit so man is confused, Sinking deeper in six feet, economy predetermined - bones protrude, Greener pastures turned yellow, is it the sun’s moods? It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. In the evening, I am tired, I head nowhere, sleep is also hired, I am poor, I have no voice, My house of is deserted, I have no choice It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. Tired of vanity, these spirits come out of me, I have no use anymore, they abandoned me, I am free, Wealth is divine, I am blind no more for I can see, Abundance, am completely transformed, this is me! It’s always more like it, but everyday is another day. There is hope where there seems not to be,
There comes light even when darkness seems dominant, There comes day, even when am lonely in my dreams, I am now fully awake, in plenty, forever living, It’s always sane, but the mind is contaminated. Qham BSP. ArtRawCIT Y.