The body of evidence, dats there, existed, once existed, nows carried, in a hearse, this #type of shit, we can't rehearse, wit no place, to go but back 2 the earth, the blessings angelic and demonic's, the curse, the virus, of hope germinates, to balance, the odds, we face, Like the summer time blues and the winters issues, there ain't a cure, for the problems, ecstasy constantly, mutates, in the worse case, of a country, When we've, done our best, workin not 2, run outta patience, time is money and give us credit, we can spend, what we lack, the most of, despite, the physical hardships, the worry's, the fear of unseen, contingencies, put on, the mind creates, a silent rage, At the end of a day, our greatest by-products couldn't take it away, The final break down, Jehovahra like God had jus size, gon work it out and by now it shouldn't hurt when we bite down, Commercialize, the industry, wit crossing fingers dat we the ones u wanna try out, what's new under the sun, the pain when compared 2 rain water Givin in time 2 shall dry out,

Can we, have a heart 2, pump a care, towards, the wages, to insure, the sand, in the our glass, last, replenished by the protest of tomorrow's progress, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh uh
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