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Sep 2011
Took the A train downtown
Saw people breaking their minds
Wasting their time
On vices the same as mine

Different shades of darkness
Fall on every stranded individual
Like the beach lined in pebbled sand
Like the rain falling from God's immovable hand

Presently downtown
The girls flaunt their faces
The men push their work
And the children have no clue
Of this eternal hurt

To be young in the eyes of time
To cheat death and to live forever
To grip the holy grail of eternity
And find some shape of sacred serenity

Hope for this;

Hope is a loaded gun
Pointed to the temple
Of your beating head

Pull the trigger and
Live

Or hesitate

And wait to

Die
Written by
Mitchell
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   Elle Frazier
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