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Reimagine what's to come Hum songs of joy to those who shun the idea that things will get better. Feathers in the wind is all we are the distance we travel is not far. But I hope to leave an imprint 
One job could change my life, in factOne job could change one moreIf only to find my place in thatTo find a purpose forOne job to overcome the fearTo overcome the angist
The whole world is screaming Everyone has an answer and none of them are correct It’s a mass of conflicting ideals of religion and politics and argumentative tones
Back in 1776, when America was formed Being held by the goverment was never-more. Free to do as we wish, to keep power in our hand And with that dream we built a grand country across this land  
Hundreds of years have passed in thee, Not only by white but the red shed with scream. We fight for our freedom and now it's my turn. I am the future of this place.
“If the world was my classroom, what would I teach a girl?” I would teach her to always be herself, No matter what the world says, “If the world was my classroom, what would I teach a girl?”
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Talk about atrocities in a world of animosity, focused on the bureaucracy and ignoring the humanity, the insanity in doing the same thing again, the worlds fucked now cuz it was fucked then,
On the outside, I may look normal, Just like all the rest. But inside, I am hurting, My heart tearing in two, From the voices in my mind, That tell me what to do. I can’t escape their orders,
Running through the striped tunnel, its a long way. You can't stop running, that's your life goin on. But you'll stop, just this once Turn around. the walls have photos, frames of your life, glimpses of your past.
Long passed are the four-score and seven years of our nation's founding. Not so distant was a time of our dominance. A time was not so long ago were we the world's sanctum.
Am I my ancestors who fought for freedom Am I next to the throne of our unclaimed kingdom Am I the fear, sorrow, hurt or pain Am I the silver lining after the rain Who am I?
To be at the top, you dont have to be hot. You may be hot, but what not? A lack of knowledge Knowledge is Power.
A mother's journey is the journey of life of nature or nurture of happiness and of sadness.
I feel like, every black teen wanna be the next big hooper And if they don't make it, they feel like they've been Kama Sutra'd Some play overseas for a backup plan
Do we ever take the time to consider? How, someway, we ended up in this place The greater part of the world is bitter, While we seem to stand still at our own pace. We went through our lives believing in this
What does the future ask of us? What does it have to say? About all the mistakes we are about to make, are making, will have made?
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