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Everything just seems really fragile The sophistication of a thought virus That erupted in my soul
to start a letter no one knows, this generation has yet learned to grow in love, or simplicity, to be of what used to be,
Sistah Sistah! You better hold that head up high and never let that chin face the ground Don't give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you down Sistah Sistah!
On calvarys hill just one alone, but how is this the truth be shown? You gave me life. Death must now flee; You stand knowing you've conquored he. How can I repay such a debt?
Have you chosen to speak to a man with a crown on his head but rags on his feet?an optimistic mind so devine, however benign,for ideas are mere conceptuality,far from reality.