I look into the eyes of the beholder
But I don't know what I'm looking for
I'm searching deep within
For a crutch in my time of need
But there is nothing but emptiness
No brain cells to help me think
Of a master plan to get out of this maze
The maze in which we are trying to find true self
But what is self wealth?
Is it measured in dollars, euros, pesos?
Who knows?
What I do know is that priceless is the goal
The beholder looks at me and see himself
He says, "You hold all the chips."
If this is true, why am I starving?
Malnurished in this thing called life
If you act like your scrapping the plate
Your only cheating yourself
Because life's food isn't never done cooking
Now look at that shit
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