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the pretenders
by: the IMP
i lived in a barrio where i dream
i bathe in the brooks with my friends.
we play all day nothing to think about...
but i am a dreamer, i want more...
more out of me, more than i can handle.
a dream to get out of the same routines i did at the barrio.
i went to Manila to search.
i thought my dreams will come through there...
i met many people whom i call friends
but they are pretenders with a different scheme.
they taught me things to be in the circle.
at first it was cool, later it wasn't.
i befriended crocodiles hungry for power...
i met birds in vulture's feathers...
i knew snakes with the stingiest scales...
they taught me so many.
they taught me 'drugs' are friends...
that sex is a mere past time...
that i must be a pretender!
i did not see what i sought for...
i found evil in lamb clothing.
i went back to the barrio...
hanged out with my friends...
simple as it may be...
i found my dream here...
it was here all along.
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