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Blaming the white men Is the idea, the insane ideas That many of you have in your eyes
Waking up, thinking about back in the day. The kids got up, went outside to play. Things was groovy, hey. Until everything started to change. The world suddenly got rearraged. The people really went deranged.
In New York, above the empire state tower Zeus lays in Olympus Brooding; bored as ever He looks down on the city An idea forms in his mind Rain clouds with intensity pour down on mankind
i sat through the rain.  and everytime i saw shelter i ran. how could i live without the rain? how could i live without the silence being broken? rain isn't quiet, i promise. it has a voice, 
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home ‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own. You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
I wonder how The fates decide About who lives And about who dies I question the brick I’m walking on Should it be dirt? Or should it be stone? I look at the world With unkindly eyes 
the dead leaves know so little the swine and their eager snouts scour the pile, although too brittle swarming minds with no doubts  
Bang! Another one down  A black main lies helpless on the ground People look and record with nothing to do  One reaches for their phone then another then two She falls next to him with tears in her eyes
The older generation talks about how we record everything and how we are always on social media but still has the right to comment under a video that's posted on social media and call us brain washed degenerates.  Just because I was born in this g
We go to school for about twelve years, but we have issues on the way to success. As we get older, the environment becomes more dangerous. The police become sinister and begin to destroy how God made us.
She asked Him a question   which was an interesting one it was just that   suppose if He had not met Her in His life   what would He have felt missed in His life?  
A day of joy was for all From the past days of toils   A happy day it was for him Seeing her and shake handsin fear   Joy others had Parading parades with screams  
saintly at a Saint's college, theY wEre to be at, Being at the same halls anD. the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,   Part bY part. thEy fell apart,
It's Kind It Knows No Enemies It Thinks No Evil It Rejoices Truth   It Believes All It Never Fails It's not Faith or Hope It's Love.
We are all born We all live and We all die And get judged By our deeds   And so Why can’t We live life unique?   By dreaming different And playing with life
How can one word define infinite possibility. How can one sentence define a future. If it were up to me I would write a book.  A feature length film.  A memoir on the lives of each of us. 
    You've always been someone else's shadow, You've always been a shoulder to cry on. Its time to shine with your own light, Time to actually live your life.  
I used to think about it everyday: suicide. Literally everyday. What I would think about  is who would care, how would i do it,
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When you lie awake at night, do you dream? Do you dream of blood? Do you dream of a flood of urine? Do you dream of a heroine addict? Do you dream of the old and the young?
Changing my path for the career of my dreams it hasnt been easy, I've stifled many screams Working full time while taking many a course and stressing about the great unknown in full force
I strive to change lives Not only mine but others School can start this path
Danielle's my favorite teacher I'd tell her all the time If she wasn't far too busy Keeping me from knives She told me that she loved me And when I asked her "why?"
Snatch up the children. Taking away lives from them. Do you know how much pain you cause for the families and to them? They don't belong to you. The world is such a cruel place. Filled with such sin.
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