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I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole and I cant believe the colors here
They stalk on a circle
Ive never been blessed with elephants memory
Im riding a red line nowhere

Ref

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years Ill put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years Ill walk the thunder and the rain

I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor and you cant believe the things it does to me
I feel with the white noise
Well I never did much of anything anyway
Jump n a big train nowhere
On a big train nowhere

Ref

I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children
I wanna get me a good wife, and God and God and God and god
And Ill start me a new life with a six foot color television
Ill start me a new life somewhere

I was born on a warm night
On the right coast, southeastern america
Dead on arrival, but you cant believe the things you hear
Ill fly me a white plane over water over blue and green and land in the
Ocean somewhere

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