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Comments about Silent Guevera
Blinded by stress even the sunshine is unknown to my mind
I’m blessed but I confess I don’t know why I am
Done wrong since my birth certificates signing
Let this be reminded only one signature my mother a father they couldn’t find him
Petty crimes and times, court, cells, and under oath lying
In the street lead death pellets flying friends dieing
I could only resort to crying just trying to get a meal is a hustle
I’m in the midst of the bush struggle a modern day Che Guevara in the jungle
Guerilla warfare for bus fare and for money to come up
Bills bubble like lava...