My dreams linger amongst the last of a dying breed,
after me the system has the world sleep,
minds tucked beneath sheets,
a clasped society of hungry beast.
Bottom of the chain but that melaton bleed deep,
communities ain't the same can't hide robbery at your front door
Beverly hills ain't safe.
As the youth yearn for what they can't see
but material to touch,
they lost in feel.
Mysterious ways of a higher glow,
in that tar our essence of growth.
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