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TRYING TO BE GOOD


As the morning sun dances across my skin

Shining through my skin to my heart that won’t avoid a race

I got to say time didn’t judge my existence

And Evil won’t define me cause am in the race

 

So, taking a step is the only truth

And going beneath my existence is deniable to an extreme of fourth

 

Even though am covered by the night

But my life’s purpose won’t be defined by any danger

Just trying to be good will conceive self-love

And in the end, it’s me and I, I was just trying to save

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