Looks can deceive them
Didn’t mean to be deceiving
Just meant to give something
To believe in
A King in rags
Means they understand
The value of gold
On this side of the world
Before our ancestors
Were bought and sold
Tell them
Looks can confuse them
Didn’t mean to be confusing
Just meant to find
Music that could
Show them your frame of mind
Could leave
Your fingerprints on trash
Let them frame your mind
Brand you a fool
Play it cool and
Tell them
Nothing is what it seems
Tell them
Yes
The grass on your side of the fence
Is really green
But you haven’t been home in so long
How could they envy
What neither of you are seeing
Tell them
You’ve been on a path to war
Tell them
How far
You’ve come
How many minds you’ve reached
How many souls you taught
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