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I Write words upon words upon paper upon germs
Onto my table on my floor upon the dirt above the core
Of the earth for what it’s worth
I write words upon words.
What is it like to put pen to a piece of paper
Sweat seeping between your thumb and your middle finger
Racing thoughts finally divide
Then there’s a sence of peace inside
The page release’s rage built from all the tears I cried.
We got an evolution happening in the streets
Lots of jaws flapping screaming ‘ we don’t agree! ‘
Everywhere you go you can feel the intensity
Americans are sick if they ...