the eye of the wild
maybe asking where would
life take them
radicals die alone
questioning authority
doesn't pay the bills
but you understand more then the business man
hear the wheels
on your one man transportation
the rubber hums with the on coming traffic
Academia can't see the city through your eyes
paint to canvas
uprising
and your dread locks will turn grey
but your way will stay in dreamers
speeches on their
soapbox
surrounded by their friends
holding cheap beer
and cigarettes
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