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Like every day
sun keeps me high when it shines its rays bring down their light on my shoulders i thank God for this grace every time the sun goes down where it sets at the end of the day, everything working, thinking money coming soon and my plans making it sounds good for my people heaps better than ever against all odds we are making our ways it could just happen like this, i'm now in the city of sails the place is nice, people too, it sounds like sex and the smell of the sea when i set all my feet here i invite you so we could remember the time we were dreaming of all that sunny places that seemed so far at that embryonic stage, fight back always that's the only way we could go and build our stadium, planing and strategizing using our mind in every chance we take because no one will give it to you writing, my smoking, my little weed my heavy breath, my lungs' spittles i hope i could bring it to another level it worths doing i do think that or i will not waste my time, most we all call ourselves negro because we all blacks outside or inside no mather what, even if we are not almost tall we come from different places and we share a common piece of good, i mean earth so it's enough to put all hands together and walk forward praying the powers of the beyond to look after us, most people act that way when i ride with my words, i turn my feet various ways that we can't follow me we have to wait until we meet at the corner, unhopefully when the thunder hurts a brother we poured moutains of tears and tousands of sorry but the cherry still flows and the sun remains at its fate, we are still here doing what we have to put things all good when it's our turn to leave, i slept in the dark chambers of pessimism and some days like these i rise and happiness walks by my sides again, that kind of feeling which last more than ever less than what we see when we enter this planet earth.
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