Boonk Jackson

A Trip to Paris

To enjoy a day Paris
Must be like an eternity in the clouds
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What has money done?
Money has killed undisruptive and innumerable individuals
It has made futures bleak and Nations depend on it to function or run
Riches have the strange turn around to take equality and make them unequal
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Take my words and convert them to life’s inner importance
As I begin to make a piece, revelations of evolution comes to the senses
The concepts of the mind begin to expand as far as the galaxy
Ink and paper is considered right, so why can’t all colors be an parity
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I have made a transition from hoodlum to professional
Now it’s time to reflect and make another turn around
I know what I had and what I got and it’s not significance to it all
Time to stop lying to my mirror and grow to be found
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Doing all the something’s on the same planet
But yet, still we both are on two different stars
Where you are in your life and me and mine is yet so far
All that should be easy is so hard
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We have a single day each year where we can be whatever we wannabe
Dress up and I can be you or you can be me
Be as frightening as a zombie
As hood and thug like a homie
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I am who you want to be
Even though you can’t see me
I bet you know who I am
I stay around in every jam
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