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For all the insanity ITS only the beginning,
A family built a heart to pitch forth the finish,
A wall cant hold the desire U seek in your plans,
The finale of blues you generate to dance,
It only takes a messenger who knows to uphold,
The reasons why U lie and steal the bowl,
Predicting a tree will fall the way U want,
So spoiled, so careless, so knowing U don’t,
Love is sour to white and black power,
Both not wanting its female to feel sprung in the shower,
In this share of releasing the ethics,
Love is sprung from an individual’s magic,
Love is kind, love is not jealous,
Love is not tempted by impulsive mellows.
