"Through This Time" genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	A collaboration with some long time friends, from the crew "Essential Nutrients".
	CD: Sense I. (self titled) Credits: Josh Eagle, Brad Bick, Bethany Fuller, Grandview Inn
	Lyrics (-eagle-) I was born and sworn in a stagnant place, stuck in a rut that was trappin a race, a fragment of space, were a factories waste, has the world flyin by a post industrial pace, never seeing face to face or from eye to eye, never did embrace the closed minds and lies, we severed to embrace the numbers of a line and made it through times, & crimes, that formed lives better formulized when our third eye opened. seeing past plants with the stacks all smokin, hopin but chokin, provokin the token gambling in slot machines thats all broken spoken and focused, it like locust swarm the hopeless, cannot choke us quote us sense I-zaya-Essen-tial flavor since the days of being neighbors. till we raise to see saviors spread the way up and down the equator years later, still greater payed our dues but not with thier wagers cant contain us, tried to train us inoculate our truths but still contagous. Chorus (Bethany Fuller) Through this time, Through this space Truth has erased youthful days Are long gone and beyond Of being strong we travel on (Sense I.) Every day I would wake By the blaze of the sun rays In a cold coal choked haze Making my way into the maze Of the grounds I used to hate Where my mind was raped and taken away And set into place with the rest of this race The day was an educated waste And when would ring, we would skate away At our own steady pace It was the only thing we had to escape the pain To face November and the purple rain To taste the vein of life A chain of us to ride the strife Until the anchor was strained And the chain was sliced The links diced into real life It's a shame some of the names Have been wiped from the light And kept in sight for us to still fight And keep in touch by ways of the cyph We'll make it (Mr. Bic) Seperation was physical. Mental's what's critical. Miniscual metamorph to individuals All sorts of paths and common grounds Success progress and new sounds Evolution raised in a place of pollution With no solution But to grow up quick Constent conflict Cancer causing substance And quotes sayin that it wasn't But I can't say it wasn't the time Wish I could get back all of which flied Before my eyes in the blink Sense I Life changed by the wolf in sheep disguise Took time in order to realize Everyones out to get me and mine But the problem here is we are much tighter Risin above and beyond and gettin higher Desire is like fire Souls are locked by chains and live wire No shisters or liars Truest spoken motion for rhymers That I uh admire Growin up with me in Ohio And I'm a remember My crew from then to now I'll remember

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