If eyes could talk
we all start from point zero,
truth breez heavly aint magic hero,
said, the pple yu hang with gotta difine Us
How true ?
coz all i see a happy teens,
Black white, white black right back,
in my world everything black & white,
full of shit with no Glue, Remind yu to stay true.
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