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Sep 2015
I see people with there minds closed feelings exposed
eyes wide shut, with open toes
they're too enclosed
in a mindstate - reality overthrown
By throwns of the egos
Egoes guiding the thrown.
war amongst foes killing innocent souls like wild fowls.
We keep judging books by their covers, so when the truth unfolds, it's a different story. True nature uncovers has halos hover over two stories. The sins of our father's, and we blame our motherland for land us in unforsaken. Thanks to mother we all will sink in the sand that we played our hand. Instead of learning for our mistakes, we take the word of another man. Wisdom is something I will never understand, as long as I got the upper hand.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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