So why do we run after glitter
Or Bright flashin lights
Doesn gold seem but fitter
To seek concrete delight
I mean it does come from stones
N diamonds from black mines
But does it matter what makes the tone,
When the music is divine?
All that glitters is not gold,
N often all that is gold does not glitter,
Yet we seek the rainbow in the sky
Which is essentially just a lie
An illusion, a trick of the eye
N we forget to look at the dirty swamps on the ground
Where you may find lotus growin sound.
Even the diamond n the gold in your ear,
The ones you flaunt to your peers
N talk bout the glam shops they came from,
Even they have once adorned,
A carbon mine, been an equal to the black coal,
Cuz in its soul,
Even Diamond is simply complex coal.
Or Bright flashin lights
Doesn gold seem but fitter
To seek concrete delight
I mean it does come from stones
N diamonds from black mines
But does it matter what makes the tone,
When the music is divine?
All that glitters is not gold,
N often all that is gold does not glitter,
Yet we seek the rainbow in the sky
Which is essentially just a lie
An illusion, a trick of the eye
N we forget to look at the dirty swamps on the ground
Where you may find lotus growin sound.
Even the diamond n the gold in your ear,
The ones you flaunt to your peers
N talk bout the glam shops they came from,
Even they have once adorned,
A carbon mine, been an equal to the black coal,
Cuz in its soul,
Even Diamond is simply complex coal.
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