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I got the Shankara Charya In the palm of my hand It's hard to fathom Not many will understand I've been across the wilderness My brain's been scorned It's at my fingertips I want to live on It goes over in my head Freedom For my people I pick up the phone My God is that you I try to leave a message And I try to break through It's at my fingertips My brains been scorned Everything is nothing And I want to live on It goes over in my head Freedom For my people From Letras Mania