I spoke into a 6 hole receiver
To a man down the line, he was a good deceiver
We spoke of the neighborhoods new kids, and sunny memories
When we used to play ball and build forts in the trees

I spoke through written pen send
To a 3000 mile away friend
We spoke of a winter cold, her daddy's gold
And we spoke of how her thoughts grew old

I spoke with hand gestures
From 100 yards away, no pressures
To an undercover traitor, hardcore for open fires
He told me to be everything in life, except a liar

I spoke face to face, but with no eyes
To an uncle going bald, hairless but wise
He told me to follow my dreams, follow my heart
And he said take this miracle, its a start

I spoke to my self, lookin in the water
I spoke to my mother, and I spoke to her daugher
We spoke of how I've changed
But we mostly spoke of how I'm the same
 
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