'art' 'love' 'dance' 'fire'
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Her body flowed throuh the wind.
Felt like the sky holding in.
She danced the day
as well night away unceasing.
He thouhts keep repeatin.
Trying to stay awake.
Coupled with fear and doubt, I muscled up the audacity
Prancing and dancing about, no knowledge of how or where or why
New to me it was, and a danseur I certainly was not.
Check one on the mic I'm about to bite
a victim of race spread out your Peyton place
let me take you down to the hood
this is where you get the real lessons in life
Hustlers pimping their rides
I was waiting for you every day
I was curious and young.
Sometimes I cried when I imagine my life destroyed
The form of words, that are sung out whilst the dance, of the sweet harmony. Flows through the wind, like the dance of flames, like the waves that crash onto shore, washing all that was said, or that was done, Just watching and listening until
