everette johnson (04/25/1995 / chicago)
Keys on a key board
Playing keys on a key board till your
hands hurt making music people never
heard sounds going out your soul
pouring out the mood will set
your heart out it's the big time
now walking on stage with a nervous
mind blineded with a goal playing
the keys on the piano trying to
reach people's soul.
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