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Aug 2021
I don't flow for you to listen to my words.

I flow in the simple hopes my words reach your soul.

You see no one understands the words as they're spit

They simply bob their heads and nod to the beat

A perfect representation I choose to bestow

About how us humans ignore our souls

It could be filled with sorrow and pain

Or I could simply flow about the sound of the rain

But if I asked you what I meant

You would probably lack my words intent.

So the next time that someone speaks

Find out what it is their soul is trying to teach
Written by
matthew paschall
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   Hakikur Rahman
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