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I Wish


He had a dream 

A dream that choose to have means 

These means were rather timeless

It now is still in action as we speak

Well I have a dream

A dream where everyone is equal and okay

No that's not my dream that's a  random thing everyone likes to say

You really wanna know how I feel

I feel like dreams are rare opportunities

Opportunities that people waste

Well not today 

I wish that education and success wouldn’t always cause less fortunate to pay 

Do you think they care

Let's think about it nope

I wish that out of the mountain of despair, there was a stone of hope

Hope not just for you or me 

Hope for children who doesn’t want to be just anything

Children that want to get out of here

Children who understands life is fear 

That people constantly are dying every year

Not just black, but whites

Not just cats, but dogs 

Black on white

Black on black

White on White 

Just look at the stats

Do they stop nope

Well that's all that it seems 

I told you that I had a dream

A dream where accomplishments weren’t just for people with money who can afford it 

A dream for people with responsibilities, expectations, and potential

Well i'm tired of hearing about people's fake dreams

They always make up a story that wasn’t meant to be written 

A story that wasn’t only just wishin’

A story that criminals make 

A story that goes on for days 

Did you know how many people purposely creates stories about rape

If you honestly wonder what I have to say 

Well how about a story about young girls who like to date men 

Older i’m talking about twice their age

What are you gonna do when you realize your pregnant with children about 9 or 8

How you gonna feel when you look over one day and your child is in your class and tells you 

“ Mommy you turned in your homework late”

Well that's enough about about how I feel

I’m interested in what you wanna say,

I told you I got a dream

Where violence is out of rage

I told you that girls need to stay away from men who like to be a little bit to safe

I told you that education isn't just an over rate 

My dream isn’t random it's a real thing.     

 
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