as someone may try to take in all the considerations,
the beautful faces sleeping within our nation,
a wish or not to wish,
between our daily cravings,
its like a puzzle puttin you on a muzzle,
never ending cries descending for the cuddles,
frustratin sounds lovin to huddle,
some people might rebutle,
on another level,
a power forward motion a notation of hoping,
... landing in a verticle postition,
like a human is smoking,
someday i wish to be on the very top,
to never ever stop,
til im cleaned up with a mop,
power to the metal as push comes to shove,
this is the power of love,
rap the rythem to hear my god above...
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