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Feb 2014
Khakis or dark slacks is the choice
What to wear to work... you just got an invoice
Tax collector is coming, so is the electric bill
Will power is driving you to build your skills

From 7am till 11 at night
The story you wrote that day
Is the same with every flight
The same storks flew the same blue sky
Likewise problems came on then went on by
The drive to do what needs to be done
It's hard for most people and easier for some
The teachings taken till now from when we were young
Is the beauty instilled to make sure we aren't dumb
Even if we are in love we leave ourselves bread crumbs
To leave the cusp one must make sure to lay off the drugs
It's those same drugs that lead to poor decisions
The repercussions often aren't witnessed
But in extreme cases may lead to double-digit
Sentences that run on to life in prison
Intelligence bound within the confines of the mind
The skull, the flesh, and the tomb of the heavenly kind
Is often privy to lapses of judgement with asylum signs
The definition of insanity is to do a thing and rewind
The same thing that was just done
It's the same wax wings melting in the sun
The sun needs to give us time to reach warmth
And maybe one day love won't seem like such a chore

It's the circumstances and resolve that shape a person
It's the issues and the tissues that change a person
It's the smoke and the lights that face the person
It's the script and the choice that **** the person

Moving so smoothly among a vast array of drones
Lies a young boy among the shattered block of homes
Church going child with respect for his elders
Doesn't know how poor he is living in his shelter
That's because the boy is rich in spirit
But most people don't even want to go near it
The reason is people are giving up their souls
Doing what they can to be the dog to get the bone
Definitions of "realness" is the deciding factor
If your actions, thoughts, and feelings aren't real, you're an actor
And if that acting's poor your life will be a disaster
That's why the rusting, green, pinky rings are the enactors
The bearers of the wealth are the leaders in arms
With this leadership they lead us into harm
The selfishness that they have is all consuming
Hoping to take us all in an astounding union

As blood spots darken against the golden shine of the sky
Gauze patches enter the scene as time seems to fly by
You begin to float as the clouds seem to slow down
Red trickles down your mouth to form a sad frown
From a crown wearing king to a pitifully clad clown
The echoes of silence continuously resound
Familial reactions begin and end with a pound
A pound from your heart at birth, at death the final pound
Seven pounds of sacrifice, buried six-feet under ground

It's the circumstances and resolve that shape a person
It's the issues and the tissues that change a person
It's the smoke and the lights that face the person
It's the script and the choice that **** the person

Oh boy, keep holding on
Young girl, keep holding strong
Oh boy, keep holding on
Young girl, keep holding strong

It's the circumstances and resolve that shape a person
It's the issues and the tissues that change a person
It's the smoke and the lights that face the person
It's the script and the choice that **** the person
It's the echoes of silence that continuously resound
Familial reactions begin and end with a pound
A pound from your heart at birth, at death the final pound
Seven pounds of sacrifice, buried six feet under ground
Andre Baez
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Andre Baez  Jacksonville
(Jacksonville)   
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