Fightin it's such a struggle and I got so far
Got
Ain't really got nothing to say
It all comes across in
You'd better face those facts
It's the blind leadin the blind
And
Hard times are comin your way
You're gonna have to rise
Memories of the times you had
That's the way you see
I just can't get through to you
Despite all the ways
I
Wastin my time servin my mind
For sense pleasures I can
I tried to stop myself
Told you those games ain't good
Street justice happening all around you see
Won't try to talk
Livin inside enclosed walls
Got no money in my pockets
No pictures
Strugglin in the streets just trying to survive
Searchin for the
All you hippies better start to face reality,
All your far
Signs of the times they're all around us No one
Everyday and night
I walk these same old streets
Nothing seems the
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