Air

Some days they wear on me

Can’t stand the air I breathe

No need for freedom

Just to be clear of them

Those with hate and greed

Fill our society

Never settle

I will meddle

Beyond surface

For my purpose.

Drawing lines in sand

Just to lose demand.

Talking too much

That’s what you say

In my mind

There’s no such game to play.

Spit it real

So I feel

Any emotion

Cause my devotion

Is who I am

Don’t say I’m ram-bling on I’ll block you, don’t need no cock to be a strong one. I won’t deal wrong. Try to relate, I know no hate.

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