Presently
In a world currupted by hate
some ask, is this fate
wallowing on the date
is this where we belong
just listen to another song
reminding you where you're from
in my past I see the hate
reminded there is no fate
not looking at the date
I know where I belong
writing my own song
not dwelling on where I'm from
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