I stand in this booth of the moment we call now
At the same time pedaling to school as a child
Under a canopy of jacarandas, it ain't change much
Colorful trees still surround us, L's get touched
Baby-faced, staring out the window of the school bus
Twenty years later, same wistful look but shackled up
Bearded down, momma kissed his forehead good luck
Tears anoint the crown
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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.
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