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Cage Down The Left Hand Path

Weathermen fluffers And I get my shoes polished By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage In this day and age If your deck ain't playing Cage

the world, the child remained hidden A serpent disguised in the Garden of Eden And all who looked down on this newly born babe Were ignorant now of the path

you up, up to your feet we must forge a path straight through to the light raise ourselves up before we fade into the night sinking down we are drowning