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Here I am looking at the sand
Here I am waiting on the man
Here I am standing up strong
Here I am  absorbing the consciousness
embedded in the heart of the faraway land
I am waiting for  the moment to come
When the soul will flourish again
And all the bad energy will fade away
And the earth will fall to its knees
And mankind spirit will be free
And courage will dance merrily on the sea
Here I am thinking about it all as the
day keeps running away from us all
Oh, today is Friday and the afternoon
is making music with its own song
And the black birds are chirping merrily along
The days are passing swiftly
And I am feeling very thrifty
No money to lend no money to spend
Not a dime or a doller in my pocket
But I am feeling very happy
I am waiting patiently for this masquerade to end 
so that I can keep dancing again
Here I am looking at the sorrows and
Idle people moving around waiting for tomorrow
Stranded passenger running up and down the town
Here I am listening to the aggression all around
I watch the  hour slowly caving in
With a temperature that says where you have been
The midnight sky heighten with delight
Blazing beyond the creeks and stirring in the deep
It is stirring a silent cry and bidding destiny goodbye
Who can know when the day is bold tell me who 
 And who can tell when the time is getting old
I can see the crowds gathering in the street and
the people are swimming out in the deep
The unruly crowd burst out in flames
Breaking the courage that was standing in fame
They hurl bottles and bullets all over the street
To send a strong message to man trying to compete
The injured and the dead are hurled away and lions
took cover and run quickly away, how can you go
in the lions cave and pretend as if you don`t know
what would come your way the philistine and the Israelites
 are always at bay and race really matters, this goes way beyond
slavery and it has always been about inequality 
Oh what a wretched day it was today busy body people
moving from town to town looking deep into the black hole for 
the mystery that is often told the black hole accompanied with the stories of old but no one ever touches it, you can only imagine it
Oh what a wretched day people are strolling up and down the street
Listening to each others heart beat, the music is vibrating in the cars
And the shadows are standing up tall, the jerk pan is spewing out smoke and the curry is mesmerizing my nose
The sweet aroma is wetting my appetite
And you must come and feed me before I board the flight
Alas the day has broken and people are galivanting in the street
They are filling their hearts with gladness and the universe is dance with happiness, and my heart will rejoice when I stand on the big stage once more,  come and feed and give me something nutritious to drink, me not with music or songs but words of wisdom that will propel me along. Race really matters.
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