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These Presidents Aren't Dead Yet
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Culture I walk in a world filled with limitless cremation
this burning nation cries pain and political sedation
walking forth with soiled hands
trying to build better ground and a new plan
struggling with angry solitude
listening to a multitude of gunshots in the midnight hour
compared to birds chirping when the morning sun towers
The weight of my tired legs drag on the hard wooden floor
going through trials of life
and my very own personal wars
watch as closed minds become spaded
and rotten vessels become evaded
recipients worship nothing but the almighty dollar
as the value of life today becomes harder
to overstand and evaluate
but it's too late
Resorting to an unsolved mystery
grasping and consuming a painful history
the ghetto is the worst place confined
that's where we got raped and lost our mind
we know better so we can and should do better
by not seeing the future through a confirmation letter
It begins when we realize who we are and where we go.....
Let's live.
