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By Street Cries
God told me l have the gift of poetry to let the world see creatively what my eyes see
What pain means to me accurately reveal things l feel breaking seal
On society ills its your choice red or blue pill move or sit still
Either way they watching dollar bill broke or making mills
Pep deal it was strategic design for us to commit crimes do time
Not shine kill dream glock nine stay in bind controlling minds
We built this still on grind oppressor got us looking at each other as lesser
When no one's better just different gifts different trips we all need this
Same air we all breathe it knowledge of self conceivet it B.S dont believe it
What ever you imagine you can achieve it write out vision to benefit
Citizens or immigrants get it in like l do with pen discover your champion
Inside then fly we need more than get by reach for sky
At the same time letting em know why we supply greatness never let em take it PEACE
