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CRUSHWORTHY, a cultural will


Living life on HELL, trying to make it Heaven,turn this nightmare of my reality into the dream of my dreams,

find my white pickett fence

and LIVE how I'm supposed to

FREE.

God, WHY???

Locked in this cage of depression,

your words are my LIGHT,

but in this darkness I can not read them

Free me from this societal HELL of A LIFE

that turns beauty into beasts,

transforms LOVERS into fighters

and make mothers HATE their sons.

Taken captive by mental slavery,

Departments of Education revoke my right to think!

ADD an amendment to the constitution and let me use the gifts God gave me

Lose track in my intelligence,

but don't forget the truth I've spoken.

know me for me and REMEMBER:

the King born a pauper.

the MASTER born a slave.

the Teacher born a student.

This day I reclaim my Throne,

for the lost brillance of those who surrond me.

RAISE UP ye Kings & Queens, Rise and accept your MAJESTIC ROYALTY.

It's been a LONG Journey, but YES we've Arrived.

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