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We know only to tolerate our pain Hide and keep them like secrets Yet the difference is even if words never speak it Your truth will unveil Whispered stories will tell No matter how high you may get Your faults will still grasp you on a leash “Float like a butterfly Sting like a bee” There is no quote as sweet thee On a journey to awaken your third eye But your desires have caught fire Smoke clouds rise too high Three eyes and you still blind To the happiness they hide from you for their own false satisfaction While bullets brisk through bricks and windows fenced The sun shines behind their white picket fences We scream and feign they watch and laugh like t.v. How senseless to ask justice from the hands of the man who feeds you poison Expecting a response not only centered around himself
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
Banks Love Real Dollars, and Illegal Drug Money Comes in Cash
We know only to tolerate our pain Hide and keep them like secrets Yet the difference is even if words never speak it Your truth will unveil Whispered stories will tell No matter how high you may get Your faults will still grasp you on a leash “Float like a butterfly Sting like a bee” There is no quote as sweet thee On a journey to awaken your third eye But your desires have caught fire Smoke clouds rise too high Three eyes and you still blind To the happiness they hide from you for their own false satisfaction While bullets brisk through bricks and windows fenced The sun shines behind their white picket fences We scream and feign they watch and laugh like t.v. How senseless to ask justice from the hands of the man who feeds you poison Expecting a response not only centered around himself
Law enforcement agencies can get extra money from federal grants if they show a high number of arrests related to drug use and selling, so it is of financial value to the department to arrest as many people for drug related offenses as possible. They're using us for their own satisfaction and we don't even realize it
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17/F/Virginia
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
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