the past and present of the world where does it end
integerty is the steady of me the voice of the world is calin me there are people being the minority it confusing me polititions ignoring me it sounds familair stop stalin the cops are falling the people are over tuning whats up with taking capital you no that fragile every one is feeling mixed emotion the mask it hard breath i remeber the poeple crying about the theme poepe dying on the streets cant keep the whole earth clean corona is at it high peak take a seat listen to me remeber my thoughts are shout the fualts out loud then feel proud and let the fog pull out the past the present its like a fecent it present dont shough out he praires climb up the staires go to fair its just all gone so think twice so you can save poeples lives
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