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we see ourselves in broken glass, people will tell us who we are reminding us of the past when that happens the only decision that we're faced with is change or stay the same. The decision to change ignites flames and we will sustain pain standing outside praying for it to rain mumbling in the desert sinking in sand ownership by relationship but can't claim the land terrorized by white hoods that hate our clan nonsense and the unconsciousness of the European ignorance so I guess that's why I read everything written on knowing that I may wake up and find all the letters gone the reason we don't seem to get along is because we know we done each other wrong by breaking the chain to put the shackles on sold to the highest bidder rent to own and though that was so long ago we are still in the mode caged in our abode but no one wants to hear this tho, like a plague no one wants to get near this flow, for me it took a good while to sink in to my pen we dance because we have shoes on we sing because of the blue songs and though the shmoney isn't new Shmurda made it famous all Gods children got guns and the case is still murder that they gave us
