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The Hands of God
My mind is growing like a weed in this sea of trees
Knowledge pouring out my mouth and to float away in the breeze
The reason for this rhyme is that I’m planting the seeds
To stem out through tomorrow in greater degrees
Realize you’re potential, know how deadly you are
We've been training years for intellectual war
We'll mow down the ones in charge like a firing squad
And shape the world in our own image, cause were the hands of god
