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When I look from a distance A cry began to slay The wall has grown, before my gong has rung The nearing war begun beneath my soil that I trembled upon
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them;
As I come into the age of majority The world becomes both lucid and murky In the recesses of my mind. I am faced with a crippling melancholy that no amount of serotonin could Ever counteract.