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The become the rain The sad becomes the pain Cryin' becomes a game, And smoke becomes the
I'm a father to my son, I'm a son to my You cannot I'm proof of metamorphosis
are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed a flower
Times are changin' minds are It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or We all possess the power, like a tower So delicate seed becomes a
A boy a man A song a memory of a time in your life A river an ocean And becomes undone
Feelings emotion A becomes a devotion for the rest of your life The boredom the same And guilt into pain, yeah
I'm a to my son, yeah I'm a son to my You cannot I'm living proof of
Times are changin' are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or We all possess the power, like a tower So delicate seed becomes a
Times are minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or We all possess the power, concrete like a So seed becomes a flower
I'm a to my son, yeah I'm a son to my You cannot I'm living proof of
Times are minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or We all possess the power, concrete a tower So seed becomes a flower
are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or We all possess the power, concrete like a So delicate becomes a flower