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Few Would Believe The Truth
the world is but a sick, silk, jock of jokes
placed around my unshackled colored neck
and i want you to see and (but) you can't
it can't be your felt
you just don't know the truth
you just can't believe the truth
but the street kids they know....
Yes! they know...
they see....
and still there be no real love...
only tears over graves of pain
for the streets, she loves' nobody...
and blood stains have no names.
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