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Many are they in right schools that the troops are ready to go,
Apart from the profession of behind schools where art funding is very low,
To only allow the wall to be addressed as a security of performing arts,
We step back in illiteracy of the Communistic Cold War sharks,
Like broken glasses upon the head of what is there to do,
Eventually I set off in the carriage to get home behind view,
The constant scene of the trees being the unique art of the paint,
Enjoying the master’s game of who will win the pot of fame,
The money is good printed as right as it could be,
Tainted, lifting up the future but not important to Foreign currency,
U say go get the bend on how those countries progress,
Within our own world our art is the best,
When Im dead and gone U transition to reap what U sowed,
Supreme militancy, Good hard facts, and the welcome mat to show.
