March with me through the open breeze
before your mind burns in vain
We're here today and yesterday
my soul knows your name

March with me through the open breeze
before your mind burns in vain

Keep talking to me in that monotone
I'm in stereo ready to let it go
Just look at the scenario through the speakers
I hear you moaning
What's wrong with the world?
What's left to live for?
Question, did I mention?
The message of love
The air that I breathe
That fills my lungs to suceed
In letting these words linger
Like Uncle Sam's cardboard finger
Pointing at me It seems pointless to me
A cold mic in my hand and the burning desire
To ignite the stage on fire
7 Profitz, 7 Profitz (words)

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March with me through the open breeze
before your mind burns in vain
We're here today and yesterday
my soul knows your name
Born two of a kind
With the same human mind
Surviving through unpatient eyes
Because my patience is wearing thin
In these revelations

Now I shouldn't write this rhyme right now
But I'm destined to spit it
I writ it for my critics
Never quit it, stay with it until we hit it
7 Profitz will flip your lid like a can
Like the soldiers on the sand of Iran
Were coming Grand
Central Station that means we're taking the train
Open your brain while we lyrically Explain another plane
Subconscious each line we're keeping it metaphorical
Soldiers of the time I see signs that we're historical
Conscious each line we're keeping it metaphorical
Soldiers of the time I see signs that we're historical