I am not like my sister I am not like my brother I do not relate to my relatives our relationship is irrelevant I like butterscotch their preference is peppermint "where is the love" the mother is the plug we're the dying breed she meets our need to home in on what matters the most some of us serve some of us host some of us reap the benefits to brag and boast still fact remain tug of war is a game composed of both sides holding on to the same string "we all came out the same mud and we're all going through the same thing " where is the love" we are "likewise" nah mean!
The Immortal Wize
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Kilomsundrstd says: Feeling this one, more like relating to it real heavy!! Great write bro |
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mlowe5 says: Deep, Poet Wize. I feel this. Perhaps the "game plan" should be to see how collectively the "common mud navel" can become a round :mudball" of ONEMENT. Thanks for the share. Peace and Love. |
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