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Freestyle 1
Shaken, mistaken, the world revolves around the every day crew that thought they new, never exsited they drew upon their life by labeling of the new and blaming the slaving and bribing the old to folllow forgotten words, as we all sink into what we thought we knew never existed. Why should we fall? Standing on this pit that never had a floor, we grew bored, and into those walls we tore, and fall again. Pity man, hold thy hand, make me walk to steps on and, being to wonder, begin to know, you’ll fall no matter how far you go,be you and don’t get caught in the snow of life that will melt as we strife upon everyday words, holding inside the power to seize the light of unknowledgabel citzens, I refuse to let this lead my life, I stand upon my own wall and take my own hand, dis the restless and win with that hand I will, I won’t climb your steps, I won’t fall. I refuse to fall, I refuse. I’ll build my own wall.
