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Mar 2014
they promised me tomorrow so they could give nothing today
they looked me in the eye just so they spit on my face
a block of ice forms where their hearts are suppose to be
last thing I remember saying was "I have a dream"
but dreams don't exist when your colored and your poor
the nightmares of reality overwhelm me
I'm not home, this is not where I belong
Written by
himehh dinero
218
   --- and Kodis
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