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It's 23 degrees of our madness, all of it's stuffed in an atlas, and all of it's bagless
Meaning that we can't control the sickness of our system
So we go out searching for the sista with the sickness still hoping for health and wealth and longevity
Though we know we'll never get it cause we're caught up in our own revelry
And the weather be cold outside and we ain't trying to be hustlers nah
But as they hustle to get, give it and take it away
You better, better make your pay for the day cause all you got is what you get with what you have
And it ain't gonna be worth much on tha Ave
And it's much more than moving your feet to a shuffling beat
It's walking out your own treacherous path
And remorsefully the good life is gone, it's coming back someday
At least that's what the Adams say
But she said she don't believe the words He wrote in His Book
Especially after the other Adams she met
Cause he said he would always be there
He was never for leaving until she needed him
Now he's leaving her grieving, that's when the awesome
Love would last became the love of her past
And now she's intrigued, believing in women she said
She never thought that it would end like this
But in a tilted world that's what you get yo
Is that what you get
He said something she would never forget
It was like a pharmaceutical trip
Or an overdose, or a system overload
Cause everything she thought she knew she'd never know
That he wanted his love to go
Took the man in his life, he'd demanded what's right
He could care less just what she had to say about it
So now he's broken her heart
He's she chosen to start to rebuild her life on is broken pendulum
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Now Adams left with disease
When Eves left with shallow breathing
But they birthed into life a treason
Against the system's apparatus and the failure
Cause he was only born to succeed
And to help them live
And he uses his one life to give
Love, hope, joy
He ain't worried about the stress of his past
He don't focus on his present day mess
Cause he built him a cot
In his mind where he stays
Where the future's always right
And there's always a way to succeed
He stops standing in the handout line
When he set out to create
What he saw in his mind
And he finds
That his future ain't gotta regress
Like the stories that he reads in the press
Or that he sees on the news
Or starved people born ready to lose
If they choose, but that's only if they choose it though
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
Around, around we go
Oh
Around, around we go
On this tilted world