Raise Your Hands
Observing if it's real, what you're spitting seems surreal
This doesn't figure, that's what I feel
No one seems to care, that you're not fair
I'm standing confused. That's when i know it
The arguments can't be taken like they're written in stone
That first thoughts? not from ancient Rome
Believe in asking, crave for the thought
I'm asking you to listen up and try to divide
But dispute denied
Many tried to reach what's higher. I'm one of them
The answer. The truth. The reason at hand
I never said I found it, I'm still open minded
You're in a maze, running around blinded
Sights. Backgrounds. Many opinions ahead
A better world I see, when I claim argue what seems dead
I'm asking you to listen up and try to divide
But dispute denied
Raise your hands
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