Lumumba is a cool teen.
That's their thought, not his
he fills rot inside
But looks nice outside
He keep things deep soul
They can't see it at all
They celebrate his smile
He cry his heart
He is hurt
They can't notice that
No don't blame his hat
you once sat together on a mat
Being shaved by Matella
But you were always brainwashed
He's calling
Need your salvage
Save his soul
Please
He is me
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
Lumumba is a cool teen.
That's their thought, not his
he fills rot inside
But looks nice outside
He keep things deep soul
They can't see it at all
They celebrate his smile
He cry his heart
He is hurt
They can't notice that
No don't blame his hat
you once sat together on a mat
Being shaved by Matella
But you were always brainwashed
He's calling
Need your salvage
Save his soul
Please
He is me
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