"BOTTLE OF HOPE"

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If I could then I would but I cant so I wont
Cause I got better things to do with this bottle of hope
If I could sing I would sing but I cant hit a note
I’m a rearrange these words and give you something to quote
If I could then I would but I cant so I wont
I got better things to do with this bottle of hope
If I could fly I would fly but I cant stay afloat
Above the clouds so for now I play it cool on the ground.

Logics (verse 1)
If everything I see is in the place that its suppose to be
I got something to say to everybody who’s so close to me
What if hope is lost? Would you still hold on to your rosary?
Maybe all is coming to an end
We used to play bows and arrows now its all smoking barrels
And dirty cops that will put your face on the front of the herald
Or the New York Times fifty shots fly by
Pack you up and ship you out and you get back in a pine
Box six feet under rocks take a look at your watch
Time flies like them helicopters over them blocks
Yo this new world's ordered like some domino stacks
All it takes is one push to watch the whole thing collapse
And so we push to the limits and yes push to the finish
Unless they’re pushing bullets into stopping my breath
At which point I'd resurrect as a wind from the west
Crush the whole house of cards to kill the kings in the deck

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Logics (verse 2)
I play it cool on the ground cool as the sounds of soul
When the sun comes down and the breezes blow
Some got dreams and hopes some got schemes to blow up
Selling blow to grown ups
Yo it’s the nature of the beast to leave your soul stuck
So is the nature of man to take it and run?
Living by the barrel of a gun trying to aim at the sun
Then you wonder why we’re losing the fight
Moving against the light

Newsense (verse 2)
Its been twenty four years and I'm just now recognizing
There’s no way I can avoid it my life is an assignment
To constantly move forward and never back peddle
Spread my words across the globe like grenades do scrap metal
Wait these accusations are killing me
We didn’t kidnap your kids they actually came willingly
Life ya life is a lucid dream
And I’m a play my part like a movie scene

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Newsense (verse 3)
We broadcast live in Technicolor cue the canned applause
And you can sing the songs if you can stand the noise
One thing I think I should confess to its
I keep hope bottled up and faith in jar next to it
I’m painting this picture
While everything around me is changing directions
My life is stranger than fiction
I got this government grant studying the science of sleep
But at night when I lay down I die in my dreams
I’m trying to keep this dark secret well hidden
But I fell victim now it’s hotter than Hell’s Kitchen
I can still cope with the dangers I’m facing
Cause I can find hope in the strangest of places
Find me in a basement making my spaceship
Little help from my friends and a whole lot of patience
And no I’m not trying to reach the stars
I’m screaming fuck the world and getting further from y’all

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