we all going,
we all going places,
this man and that man,
all on the run,
keep on thinking,
that we all going places to conquer,
whilst others envy that we made it,
I cannot believe it,
thinking that we are making it with time,
Iam this man inside my face,
Whilst we all conjecture,
That it is time killing a man,
I still think,
That one day one time,
We will go to higher places.
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