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Do you believe we wrote this life together.
A little dip of my skin and the body of your land.
Our history proceed it's self as being seperated.
But we just live with different minds.
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I shed a tear for a lonely star.
I make a wish and ask a question will my life go far.
I see the sorrow.
Pray so I can see tommorrow.
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With every breath I breath I hope sometimes
I breath in the air that once flow in your veins.
I wish my voice could carry out in the world and
you would hear your name.
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There no reason why you should love me.
I hope you quite understand I am less than a man.
Far from the man of your dreams I seem to be dreaming.
I know I sit myself low never wanting to be rejected.
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After everyday of school.
Tradgie's leave me in tears.
The long hour's of sorrow continue tommorrow
when nobody thier.
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I wonder how a rose grow knowing it's beautiful.
How can another compare to that smell and color.
Only one flower is shape in this way but is not praise.
As lover pass by the eustoma they gaze at the unforgettable
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I knock on every door in this neighborhood.
A child or a mother only answer.
Where the culture of a family the way it should.
This epidemic spreads like cancer.
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The body we were promise along with the blood.
I share no thought of untruthful facts covered in mud.
This bondage shelter only our bones.
We grow weak with every peak they grow strong.
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Traumatize is a woman always covered in clothes.
Holding her smile though tears pour inside.
Such confusion in her mind, mother died a prostitute.
Teaching her how to honor men but what about the
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Do you see me life.
Drifting along side the highway.
A painted appearance waiting for deliverance.
One concern never burn the heart of one.
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If you see the sole of my soul it will tell you
where I have been.
Against all odds I walk fearless with the wind.
No socks I handle the rocks unlike stones.
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How did I arrive here in tears.
Feeling the after affects of last night beaten.
No man is prepared for these chamber doors.
The floors are constantly stained with blood.
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In all the things that we do in life.
Sometime it doesn't make sense.
I would love to see us prevent hunger and suffering.
Our children are in slow recovering from what
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Unity and equality suppose to be a bond. Within a
nation we stand in times of hate.
Between fortunate ones and the unfortunate ones.
The child I raise will never know the difference
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Someone out there taking life from the innocent.
We live in fear in a community cold as the winter
days.
It never fails everyday we smell the gun powder in the air.
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Stay beautiful dream in my head.
While my eye's are close and all life
is shut out.
I turn into a globe walking among the land
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Thy eye's which a person provision whatever is
in front them.
It nearly a blind fold life should not be read by
sight.
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Only a sick man should think of death.
I don't want no one to live afraid.
Life always seem to turn the page.
With every age we sacrfice our bodies.
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Beautiful dream when I close my eyes.
I hope It want be the last time.
U comes to me when the day leaves night.
This is all I have in my life.
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Do you believe we wrote this life together.
A little dip of my skin and the body of your land.
Our history proceed it's self as being seperated.
But we just live with different minds.
Though racism is stronger than ever.
I will live for your life, if you live for mine.
Thier no color without a heart to change.
Let me explain, let me hold your hand know imagine my title.
If we only become those of the bible.
A blueprint for peace and love.
I hold only the truth thru this pen.
Hoping it reach those heart.
That want let this hatred end.
I live for these words common to my soul of faith.
Do you see how we compliment eachother, so remarkble.
Bound by this which we create.
It dry like tears and thru out these years it will fade.
But never diappear.
So why we live amongst eachother seperated by color.
Serving the same savior.
So don't shred this life when we both are this life.
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