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the awful truth
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Feeling pathetic
as you drink the anisthetic
the antidote to the poison that they say is in your headache
you're going blind in the eyes, as slowly over time the rhymes lose mind and slide inside
you slur your words like a drunk on the corner
Your Mother wants you to love her, and you tryna scorn her.
The mother from whose womb you sprang is just another person in this mixed up Game.
The Mother i refer to is the one behind your brain
she's telling you this is all meant to be,
she's tryna ease your pain.
mother loves you. mother wants you safe.
Mother Culture needs you to run in this human Race.
mother wants you happy, mother wants you grinning.
Mother Culture kills your mother first, and then of course she's winning.
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