The Individualist - TR-i



Gather 'round children, I got a tale to tell ya



There was a time when I couldn't bust a rhyme

Had yet to hit my prime

'Cause my mind was such a young mind

And first you got to unwind

The mystery of your soul, it's like a black hole

The gravity is too thick

You got to learn to lighten up a bit

It's such a frightening thing to realize

Every time you close your eyes

You been cut down to size

'Cause you're stuck with yourself

Ain't nobody else to compare yourself to

It's just you

And then you ask yourself,



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