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What Is this I see... longed for friend who appears to see me... He has traveled by the way of blue - this is my pleasant friend jay who sings but speaks not, he's been acting this way for centuries it is nothing new
Prefabricatings of an onlooker -his surmise of me-' a looser'. No silver spoons or bright blue moons. In his own country, hood-Burrough he's conceived into poverty and pessimism. He illustrates agonized realism. Years of schism and racism has he known.
Erdicate Me Not
I be like that single blade of grass, every time I stand man they cut me down real fast... They continue breaking me and taking me away from my splendor and majesty... Vivid memories of Amistad odysies
Marvin sang a song ' what's going on' in a large percentage of the black community the same ol song... We neglect our families, betray our homies, oblivious to civil rights memories-Martin passed the torch but most remain dormant cause out brain is scorched... see Martin didn't travel all the way to Selma and DC for us to b in vain.
Against all odds misery said I'd die, but I lived-considered an abnormal child dwelled beneath the utterparts of the earth for a while, wow! Against all odds. Against all odds powerless became powerful, debilitating became soulful, depravity became hopeful, darkness became colorful. Against all odds I championed the ghettos, hell holes, of the most crucial life...
I hate you in the moment of transition... Can't even stand when you obtain a new position. Love to see you cry.... Don't even like the excelling of friends of mine. I hate to see you shine, despise it when you move on...I'm Jealousee - this what I got going on
In My Vivid
Oh how I love to love ya... As beautiful as an acromatic dove, sent from above... As redolent as an azalea can't tarry on the moment to smell ya
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What Is this I see... longed for friend who appears to see me... He has traveled by the way of blue - this is my pleasant friend jay who sings but speaks not, he's been acting this way for centuries it is nothing newRead the full of Jay