All these
Statues of the dead
Are coming down
Tonight
The thoughts
Inside my head
Started up a
Fight
To right the wrongs
Break the bread
And like I been told
All my life
Verse 2
And the war
On drugs
Made me want to
Get so high
I tuned you out
Unplugged
Sometimes when i
Look at the stars at night
I see where I went
Wrong
Before you did
Pre Chorus
Stand up
When you have to
Lay low
When you don’t
Every now
And then
When a lightning bolt
Sparks
A revolution
All my tears and emotions
Tumble like a waterfall
Into the canyon
Below
Chorus
Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
You are coming on down
From another
High
And the sound of your voice
Won’t be denied
Anymore
No more drama
Yoga Llama
M8
Hey mama,
Too much drama
Too much trauma
Too hot in the sauna
Too hot in Alabama
Do you miss Obama
I need to pause
A comma
Yoga Llama
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