Skyy
I used to look to you, Before i was a man.
I used dream of you, and tried to understand.
What am i? i used to cry to the skyy,
Who am I? Thunder roared in reply.
Rain is what you are, Unrecognizable Among the many,
How many cry the same question? as ubiquitious as pennies
So tell me, why should i listen to you?
You will listen to me, because i wanna stay black not blue.
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