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If we were equal,
People wouldn’t talk down on us
If we were the same,
Why were we to blame?
For the brokenness of this land
As we venture through those cracks
We see the souls of the trapped
people are deadunknowable more are dying
im going to work each dayim angryim sleeping in each saturdayim scaredim mopping my floor each mondayim grieving strangersim daydreaming each evening
Saying I'm Deleted is Your Execution
You can't get rid of me even if you start a Revolution
Evolution- I evolved into my next phase you can't break me down
That's like running through a Maze- I am Stronger than you
