The Chosen 1.

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21206
United States
39° 20' 3.4188" N, 76° 31' 53.3352" W

The expression of the people, in this world I see
All the living conditions, they never chose to be
In such financial jams, but supposedly
Illuminati controls, and they have stolen me
But why should I get upset over the dollar bill?
When I look up to the people who got their dollars still
And it just bothers me how all the paper's blown
So mother nature regrets every tree ever grown
I get the aspect of religion, but every thought is different
I'm only going to school, to learn how to trick the system
And trying to figure out why they hide my history
They know that knowledge is power;
So they force repetitive information so I can be proud of stupidity
But I'm not stupid!
I know where I came from
Whites rockin' rock n roll
Not noticing my ancestors rockin' on the same drum
Nyabhingi knew to play peaceful sounds
The sound waves that are needed, are no where to be found
Lookin' at news, political hidden messages
Same stories, different glories
Every person is becoming threatening
Tellin' me what to do through a TV screen is unreal
But if I don't do it, my guilty conscience make me start regretting it. . .
And then they make us worry till our hearts are through our chests though
Telling me things to confuse me
Contradiction, because that's not logical
But yet every business is to be ran on logic
But there's plenty people without it, who still has money in their pockets
I'm a right side of the brain person
Creativity is my name person
Musically engineered, and no hiding the pain person
If only I had two versions
Of me, that would be perfect
But I accept the one I have
And no one can ever revert it
I fought, in the war between my mind and heart
Confused my soul with my actions
And what my mind has thought
Too much people tell me I'm wrong
But how I know that they right?
They hide their secrets in the dark,, and express mine into daylight
Man. . .
How can people be so hypocritical?
Mostly churches, parents, and political
But I just stand around, let them get a glance at me
Being natural, using resources mother earth gave to me
Most people they hate, when they passing me
But I brush it off, because only my smile will go in the grave with me..
The expression of myself, in this mirrored world I see...
All those living conditions that I never chose to be..
They have chosen me.

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