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meet the third person - johnny cypher lyrics

[hook]
free, got the fresh, got the free, got the free
you can see we believe in the free
we got the fresh, we got the free
got the fresh, got the free, got the fresh

you can see we believe in the free
we got the fresh, we got the free
got the fresh, got the free, got the fresh

you can see we believe in the free
we got the fresh, we got the free
got the fresh, got the free, got the fresh
we got the

[verse]
journey to the backwaters of country town
on top of a horse [?] shroud to keep our faces masked because we all know that aware of the reasons that this whole town inhabitants are scared
this is the part of you that wants to have fun
this is the most peaceful part of your only half one
half other personality, the part that lies in empathy in control, the part you didn’t want to enroll
so toss back, cover with cloth when we write
with not beat dead looks and a lion*loaded pride
you enter this lazy town but think with no more less inside
and this is where you come from whenever you want to hide
the residents of lazy town surround your ass
and the highway man of pride from entering your thoughts
to bring you all this way just to see the funk person
with no way, no compass, no northward direction
and people bring you into that crowded tent, where you sit down with mild awkward discontent, not impressed by the lack of candor and elegance
and you expected your brain to be a little more generous
the funk man walks in from the back of the room, and with one look confirms what you already knew
this man was not a funk person, this man was not you
the funk man in your head is actually you
lord, complete an emotional conscious free spirit that lives in your head if you would only insist it
and with that one look he could be as i mentioned so deep
he’ll put your mind into a lucid slow sleep
therein lies the answers and the walls were broken
the answer coming out of your throat so much that you’d be smoking words, smoking blunts, opening up a mental rush
you’d feel as though your memories are gone and nothing else hurts
but what if they said you woke up tomorrow with nothing?
the world was an empty place and you were just a young one with no memories, no fairies, yeah you might feel lost
if nothing to this world, we have built our own box
like on the outside, that sh*ll that you build ‘cause the menu is filled, diverse and fulfilled
a [?] of human beings that can all have this playground, but most of my counterparts are still bending their way around
the funk man in your head has been called many things and in order for you to speak to him, you need to see the envelopments
because you’re smart and skeptical, and you look for evidence
and no one in introspection could even tell you who the h*ll he is
this is not hard or commendable you find yourself
the first or second name your idea in your kind of self
a lot of people don’t understand you but do they know your name?
are these the people you really want to allow the blame?
point the finger of blame when you’re inside of your head
that is one way to lose the plot [?] stead
but that funked man spoke, he knows his clientele
they’re reasonably wise and they’re prematurely curious
this is no news to your own self, he senses a smile
don’t have to make or complicate me, just think for a while
chilling with yourself isn’t something you do often
so take your sit*down and i’ll tell you exactly what i’m talking:
i am you and you are not me in the imagination
[?]
[?] white box [?]
everyone else would be building something
and until we know the facts, that will always be the way
until one day you can say with any group of a certainty that you can control the gods within us and you aspire to be the very best you can be while others aiming lower or higher, remember, this funny little thing
we all call it life, we stumble to make [?]
we spent our whole life in a matrix of our own making until we make contact, that fence between fake and faking
but this is not a mistake you would’ve made famous
the funk person and i am being treated and your matrix is applied to you, your whole and replaced this
with giving you the real and teaching you the tricks
understanding biological politics
you have to use me to the best of your ability to see yourself away from anything that can debilitate you
want to make sure that you can take control
stop lighting candles between instinct run your soul

[hook]
see, we believe in the free
we got the fresh, we got the free
got the fresh, got the free
got the fresh

we got the fresh, we got the free
got the fresh, got the free

- johnny cypher lyrics

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