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I dont care About the length of your hair The clothes you wear The color of your skin Hell my own people hate me Just cause I listen to rock Watch the time Even when it doesn't tock Even listening to rock Letting people judge me from my skin Instead of the actions I display myself within Brown, black, white, Orange, red, The color of the dead Your human to me Heart, soul and mind Are all you need Just allow me to plant the seed Look at yourself Your human Blood as red as the wine that stains your rumen As you intoxicate yourself from reality All because you fear the grand fatality
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
Build-a-human
I dont care About the length of your hair The clothes you wear The color of your skin Hell my own people hate me Just cause I listen to rock Watch the time Even when it doesn't tock Even listening to rock Letting people judge me from my skin Instead of the actions I display myself within Brown, black, white, Orange, red, The color of the dead Your human to me Heart, soul and mind Are all you need Just allow me to plant the seed Look at yourself Your human Blood as red as the wine that stains your rumen As you intoxicate yourself from reality All because you fear the grand fatality
I'm a human, but yet I am more.
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
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