Written by: Juwuan Dennis

We the people.

Land we people live on.

Live on and let live.

To waste time is throwing away a clock.

Because the tic won't toc.

Cure Unfindable by even a doc.

These statements I say because my style can't be jocked.

Can hatred be spotted by the blind?

And a sweet sound still exists within your mind.

Different personalities mixed together makes anew.

Opinions may differ by some atleast a few.

Towers of pennies on the ground is the only change I see on the streets.

Move to my word's rhythm sound without a beat.

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