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I have food, but so do you.   I have clothes, but so do you.   I have friends, but so do you.   I have a family, but so do you.   What makes us so different?
   I use to have stuffLots of stuff Stuff that I woreproudlyStuff that I carried around in my pocket stuffStuff that I woundplace in placesamong other stuffto be seenby others who probably had theirown stuff I really lovedmy stuff Now I can not ev
I have been around and I have seen a lot. And many a time I have been to the ballot. Sometimes when I am looking around, I see their ignorance being spoken out loud.
At times when I get lost I try to find you, you know to give me space when it's time to in my best common voice you put smiles on me put hope in me you be the joy in me.
I am tired I’ve finished a thirteen hour shift at the hospital   It’s dark out I can’t clearly see. I climb into my black Jeep Wrangler
It's that trap muzak misspelled rap muzak or crap muzak either way it's that muzak I miss the days when Raven Symone was black muzak hope Musiq Soulchild comes back but not back muzak
  Family. Such a  frail fragile thing It is a living ecosystem of aunts and uncles Mothers and Sons, daughters and their fathers. What becomes of this intricate unit when it is disturbed?
  I met this guy when I was around 15, he was way older than me, old school..  But it was cool, cause he was soulful, Soul to soul, Me and him, We just clicked,
It comes like a mist in the darkness discreet and soft spoken. So unkown and alien just like the dark side fo the moon. Comely as a ruby till blood is drawn due to wrong.
If I were to respond in the opposite manner, regardless of the topic, regardless of the glamour, how do you think you would respond, when in general you are the one to play along? I don’t think this is fair,
He called her his whore, his slut, his own bitch to ride on, like dogs.Prized only darkness, like lights. Abandoned in public, like free-speech. She wasn’t free, she wasn’t light,
Track One: The beat plays and he ignores that intuition Grabbing his notebook and pen to begin his rhymes It’s like his love's past is causing this prevention
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