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Well this is real talk, This is nonstop, It is looped now tongue and mind, Played off the sidewalk, Straight to your boombox, How it travels from ear to memory. Well this is medicine, There’s a message within, And each will find it in their own time. Well this music, This is how I use it, It makes you move and move the movement, This is how I focus, knowin’ it’s not hopeless, But it sure starts with me and ends on a whole note, Musical medicine, this is my healin’ For past and present, future things to come. I see people stressin’ over space and possessions, Out of fear and a need for visual aids of our abundance. Give me examples or somethin’ tangible, Something I can get my hands on and find real meaning, Where is the medicine? Well I’ve been searchin’, And I suppose each will find their own kind. Well everything is at stake, it makes it hard to concentrate, And there are men who see a war and see a paycheck. Such different programming to live so fearfully, Terror this and terror that terrible reality, There is no medicine on the television, So turn it off and turn yourself around.

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