With all this extra stressin' The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest through this oppression? They punish the people that's askin' questions And those that possess steal from the ones without possessions The message I stress: to make it stop, study your lessons Don't settle for less, even the genius asks his questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, don't let this pressure make you panic And when you get stranded And things don't go the way you planned it Dreamin' of riches, in a position of makin' a difference Politicians are hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nothin' like the game; it's just me against the world <lora:detailed_notrigger:1> <lora:DetailMaximizer:0.75> <lora:SDXLFaeTastic2400:0.8> <lora:M05_Intensify:0.4> <lora:JuggerCineXL2:0.8> Movie Still, Film Still, Cinematic, Cinematic Shot, Cinematic Lighting <lora:tbh266-sdxl:0.8> style of Bestiary
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