You can tell your age by the turn
of a page and how much you have read
To jump the rope and be the pope and live in what
was said
Sometimes I am weary about the thoughts and dreams
with which I am forced to swallow
To think who really wrote the laws and scriptures
that we follow?
Since I was just a kid, I never asked what we did
I just smiled and nodded my head
Cause I knew of no better, than the script and the
letter
And what the elders had read
But now I am grown, and out on my own
And all I have is my thought
But remember the old and what I was told
For I still need what I was taught
I think a bit different and express my defiance
Of all the old tales and relate them to science
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