How can you be you
With a lie true to your form
You see me
I’m not different just a little ab-norm
I can look in the mirror
Stare and see nothing wrong
Run frantic to my own self
While my shadow remains calm
Can’t be moved like nuclear bombs
Or a weapon of mass destruction
Found in the middle of Brooklawn
What does it all mean
like reading left to right Koran
or a million Muslims
Marching on the Sadaam
Confused and abused
Ticking and short without the fuse
Better ring the alarm
Cuz You about to buy the farm
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