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flower color
With a rhythmic pattern like yours
i soon come to learn that there is kindness in hearts
of those who choose to yearn
but from what life has taught me now
is that fear really lies in the face of death,
within these walls as society places
us in our boundaries
we remain separate in corners of darkness
with blinded paths to our survival.
with only a flame inside slowly dimming
i hate to see my people live misery and be killed everyday, by themselves and unfair justice
it makes no sense to me sometimes
. but i also hate to see others scull me for saying i cant express my feelings
when you try to be good and kind heart'd,
always know
you're not departed
so common
there's definitely someone out there who always cares
like a beating heart that's always been there
far from, it all left behind us.
and a pulse sounding so loud it could break the shell
the soul and breach sound of ya hell
its all left behind yeah
in the mist of the soul its all left behind ya
you'd be the pure sound of the soul working soul
to the beautiful like the dark color of a black rose
your meaning so special
in the whole world. it nothing thats sensible
it always that whole that gets right past yeah
it always a reminder f that whole
it that a beautiful flower comes in many sets of in yah soul
in where be sensible
by the most are measurable
way you speak on
especially by their attitude they just dont go gold
but baby see it where almost on way back home
but when ya go back home
be sure to come home
with ya soul fully hole
i soon come to learn that there is kindness in hearts
of those who choose to yearn
but from what life has taught me now
is that fear really lies in the face of death,
within these walls as society places
us in our boundaries
we remain separate in corners of darkness
with blinded paths to our survival.
with only a flame inside slowly dimming
i hate to see my people live misery and be killed everyday, by themselves and unfair justice
it makes no sense to me sometimes
. but i also hate to see others scull me for saying i cant express my feelings
when you try to be good and kind heart'd,
always know
you're not departed
so common
there's definitely someone out there who always cares
like a beating heart that's always been there
far from, it all left behind us.
and a pulse sounding so loud it could break the shell
the soul and breach sound of ya hell
its all left behind yeah
in the mist of the soul its all left behind ya
you'd be the pure sound of the soul working soul
to the beautiful like the dark color of a black rose
your meaning so special
in the whole world. it nothing thats sensible
it always that whole that gets right past yeah
it always a reminder f that whole
it that a beautiful flower comes in many sets of in yah soul
in where be sensible
by the most are measurable
way you speak on
especially by their attitude they just dont go gold
but baby see it where almost on way back home
but when ya go back home
be sure to come home
with ya soul fully hole
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