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Where My Piece?


My Piece is all I need to keep the peace

without it I Wouldn't stand on my knees.

I have had it since I was nine,

got it from a cousin of mine.

Never knew it could Disrupt the population

how can something so small Affect the Nation.

I wake up worried I could get it Taken away

at times it is all I got to have a Decent day,

but it is like everyone is Against me

if I did not hold this piece

would people see the best I can be,

but people seem to go caprice

lose it I could be a priest,

but with it I am a Beast!

While everyone goes blind

i'll keep my Piece of Mind.

 

 

 

 

 

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