To be told
Unreachable, unteachable
what do you mean
you're there to make a mold
because all children are
golden
but holding in things that would
make any soul swollen
so lend me your ears my story not
water down cheap beer
the vision is plain so you can see clear
inspired by the possibilities but aint got enough
to pay basic amenities
how could I
o silly me scream out like
amistad give us free
I can't get the jurors to hear my plea
gotta find a way out before senility
is there anyone out there feeling me
no really, please.
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