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Oct 2014
I had a dream they were going to steal from me
The people i talk to listen to hear
I had fear i was hiding out
Had a bunch of people shouting out telling me to leave
I didnt have sleeves i was in my work clothes that i chose
I felt i wanted to quit becuase i opose a threat
Three stories tall i was in the second floor they kept asking more from me
Walked up sat on the stairs without a care
Someone called my name but it was the same as another kids
beeps the graffiti writer
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