Reality
I've had a conversation with Father Time asking if he can reverse da hand of time n he look me in da eye n said wake up so I did reality I ask Mother nature for a break from dis rain n she reply then start shaping up n ull have nothing but da suns rays reality I ask myself in da mirror y Is life so hard n I reply it not how it has to be reality then I heard a soft voice from da distant dat sound real familiar as I search hi n low n deep within my soul is where he was a voice from above a voice full of love it was my father da lord from above realty give in ppl to ur pride n u will have a better life of living reality
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