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The Other Way Around

There's another side to the damage that's done
When what's sold as perfect
Is bought
Idolized by blindfolded eyes
Neither salted nor leavened
On the outside, a beautiful hourglass1
On the inside, moldy bread
 
You come in thinking you'll help put
All these things in the right place
You insist in believing
That you're playing the game
But when you take a step back
It's the game that's playing you
 
Try to hang around without any judgment
To walk down the middle of a snake, you'll end up producing venom
The game is treacherous, it confused my beliefs
I was no longer sure if I was part of the cure or the disease
 
Where are you?
If the farce is to be so perfect
I want all of me portrayed
The other way around
I refuse this charity and will wait
The world keeps turning and passing by here
 
Turn, turn, turn
People generally admire
Those who don't conspire and go nuts
Trying to knock us down a peg
 
Fury, fury, fury
Those with a shot take it
But if they miss their mark, they retreat
Or prepare for their reckoning
 
Not that I find myself to be one, I don't
But I won't be no pushover
I ain't yielding no space to any macho wanting to define me
 
I write my lines and proclaim them
To some it may seem bizarre
But I'm in my element and at ease
The world keeps turning and passing by here
 
Concessions and choices made to survive
It might not look it
But life here, my friend, has often proven to be tough
Times when only rats have known prosperity
 
And if you shine a few times, it obscures your view
You fall into the trap that this is what it means to be an artist
You see the faintest glimmer, and you think it's gold
But as Raul2 once said, it's fool's gold
 
Where are you?
If the farce is to be so perfect
I want all of me portrayed
The other way around
I refuse this charity and will wait
The world keeps turning and passing by here
 
And i'm not even from here
I'm from all the ground
That embraces skin and soul
Lonely sailor
 
Cultural retreaters of the drought from back there
Only laugh at war those who have never been there
Laugh's better than one that teaches fire how to burn
Only laughs at war those who have never been there
Laugh's better than one that teaches fire how to burn
 
I don't know how to deal with restriction
This subjugation business breaks my momentum
Get off of me, don't fuck with me
My salvation is botanical, no person can save me
 
It's my nature to walk the tightrope
But this wire is too wobbly
I macheted open the path, flesh, bone and heart
Mother Stella passed on her vision
And told me: 'my girl, listed to your oyá3'
 
Where are you?
If the farce is to be so perfect
I want all of me portrayed
The other way around
I refuse this charity and will wait
The world keeps turning and passing by here
 
Where are you?
If the farce is to be so perfect
I want all of me portrayed
The other way around
I refuse this charity and will wait
The world keeps turning and passing by here
 

• 1. literally viola
• 2. Seixas, singer-songwriter
• 3. deity associated with wind, storms, death, rebirth

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