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Humanity is known for being tired and nobody wants to be hired people just don't want to work with all of todays conflicts and trials everyones minds are just full of denials with all that we have learnt
Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.
We sang and we danced, laughed and played  But that was back then in the good ole days  Back when we were free  And had no reason to flee  The nights we would all gather around the blazing fire 
No justice, no peace. No justice for the deceased. The system continues to cheat Latinos and Blacks. It’s just like back in the 50s. The only difference, you’re sitting with me.
He never said the word He didn’t have to He sold blue eyed dreams down a nappy head highway  And preached blonde haired sermons to charcoal smiles 
He is very mad.
They say that African history is a mystery In schools they teach little boys and girls about Conrad but not the misery that Leopold and Stanley so gladly put my people through. They show young children 
The shaking of a hand The shortness of breath The good days and the bad   Not knowing what is coming next Will I have an attack today? 
What stops us from going after our dreams, desires, and hopes? Is it the fear of disapproval, judgment, or fearing that you yourself are wrong? Why is it that we live our lives in fear?
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