I'm a construct of your world, deep-rooted, polluted and tortured
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Abused and altered, I just caught you eves dropping
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Adam's rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch
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reaching out to touch your inner-drives
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Cut me open and count the rings inside to see how long I've been alive
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Containing forms of records about the types of storms I've weathered
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Leave a stump for kids to carve initials as long as I'm remembered
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But lessons go forgotten plus you don't believe a thing
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Listening to the whispering of my leaves in the wind
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When the breezes begin you're just concerned with flying kites
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Till I tangle up your child's play and get you climbing heights
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Still reluctant to hear me out admiring the sites
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You have no idea what it was like being nailed to Christ
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You're swinging from the twigs and limbs that used to hang your siblings
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Have respect you selfish self-centered sack of man-made buildings
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I was the original pinnacle but now I'm nothing to you but kindling
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Tickling my inhibitions of naturally attracting children
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Who have a funny idea of what forever is
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I witnessed the first time lips kissed with stripped innocence
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Not too long after that was I supplying shade
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For a man caressing silverbacks trying to get laid
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Monkeying around and now they're all dying of A. I. D. S
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Government guerilla tactics? That's a farce, I bring the plagues
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Cancer? That's just icing on the cake, I nurse and feed ya
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Cause you drained me of my sap with taps of perverse procedure
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I hold your family background right down to the first amoeba
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Watched you grow from just crustacean to a land mammal, it hurts to leave ya
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But I've had enough, and it'll be very relieving
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Just who do you think supplies the air you're breathing?
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Humongous oxygen tanks? As if it's all free
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Constantly wondering where your dogs are at?
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They're barking up the wrong tree
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Wanting proof of identification but I existed before fingerprints
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Cognitive dissonance... I hear chainsaws in the distance
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If a tree falls in the forest and nobody's there to hear it
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Does it make a sound? I'll go down quietly but you're feel it
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Still these sick like thoughts keep eating away at my inside
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Till I'm nothing but hollowed out hide..
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The dead tree's still standing, here comes the hunting-ax of lumberjacks
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So I attract like lightning when the thunder cracks, I'm under attack
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So I may finally... stop... stumble... relax...
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Tree Of Knowledge
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| Sage Francis |
