"Sunshine" genre: New School
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	Recognization of more than meets the eye in life.
	CD: Enemie's The Riddler" Parables of Life   Label: Free Agent Credits: To God
	Story Behind the Song One day after work, I was wondering one word to describe; the difference of what I became. Set apart from the rest of the world, and my answer is that I'm searching for the sunshine. Lyrics Chorus: All my life, all I wanted was the sunshine, close my eyes, clear my mind; and i'm fine. I look across at the state of a nation, reminds me a little of a certain revelation. Once I was lost in this world of sin, empty inside; looking for something to place in. My heart, play the part; put me up at the top of the chart. Can I bring myself a little closer to the light, long night the enemy strikes with an offsided bite, put up a fight. I'm not going out tonight. All my life, all my life. --Chorus-- I'm rapping in my sleep, what must this be. This feeling inside, that's driving me. Open a blind mind is my plea. Now in this game i'm enlisted, fighting these cowards with my tongue two fisted. Battered up and blistered. But I must move on. No one knows the essence of my soul. I trip for a second but I gain control. The stars behold, the future untold. As the moon unfonds. Reborn into this life, on a spiritual level. Where demons and angels revel. Face to face answers to a glass. Sometime things come to hunt me from my past, so I find the rhythm, and make my mind blast. Standing at the dawns of time, wishing I could undo all these twisted crimes of mine. All my life, all my life. --Chorus-- To watch the sheep to a slaughter, hotter fire searchin water. Now lays the wolf seen a floating in the pastures; now that he's hide, that must mean greener grass here. Question whose to trust, without wisdom there's no answers. The flesh rots the soul like man eating cancers. Don't let yourself be decieved, is all that i'm asking. A plea against the wind. America call to arms. We must turn our mask in. Is ignorance that bliss, when its ourself that we're trashin. Wonderin' why I can't get no satisfaction. I must be who I am, for me to be real, I hope you understand that. All my life, all my life.

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