I am the under ground
I am the under ground king that hasn't been crowned. I am the diamond in the dirt that hasn't been found. I am the voice with out any listners. I am the theif that is creeping around at night coming to steal back whats rightfully mine. I am the name that no one speaks of. We are Trayvon Martin
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