Its not always what you think of
Its not always what you expect
This is about rules that are broken
This is about a dynamite blowing big holes
You’ll never understand this,like you did not understand math
They be waving hands higher but if you check under their feet,there is a table
Talking so much like a brass band playing many trumpets
But it all turns to this “What’s outside its not always what’s inside”
Yes they look so harmless but yet so evil
Beware of a wounded tiger,also beware of its cubs
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