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When I was in third grade, I wrote a poem about changing the world When I was in third grade, I thought that the world Was made of rainbows and glitter But I knew sadness I knew grief I knew loneliness
What do I need? Well, I need money for college, that’s for sure. And I need more people to understand that scholarships don’t come easy. I need more people to understand what a necessity college is as well.
Two begin, one no greater than the other Life begins, and one man is called a brother   No longer like kin, the other joins a fraternity Enforcing the ladder of social hierarchy  
Positivity is hard when the whole world Keeps shoving SOMETHING down your throat
I am the resurrected Che Guevara here to bring about change. You see, I am Brother Malcolm and Dr. King locked in this physical cage waiting. Gandhi has sent me personally to stop the pain we're facing.
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