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I got to get away, take a holiday from the blocks with the crooked cops So take me to other place, but they probably got pigs in space They try to replace my reality, and erase my individuality and keep my head spinnin’ like spokes on a wheel I’m lettin’ folks know the deal, how i feel It’s has tobe real and pure, find a cure for the sickness With tactics I practise the fitness Exercising the soul and the mental’s essential Because the body can be your (...)