Sometimes it's all we know
There's a convenience store on every corner
Serving as a helping hand to feed the mourners
In this designed routine do I feel at home?
or will I still have nothing to show?
In my times of need
You try to Motivate me with a warmth inside
But I still question where my soul resides
And I tell myself
"I'd build it all If I had the time"
But down the block, I'm standing in line
Led by apathy that has me trapped
Fed by the lies that I can't get past
Can't occupy our minds
To stop the rise
Still I rise
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