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GET IT STRAIGHT BBL

Let the wind be still
I wanna speak below my breathe
Let d breeze blow with ease
I want to sneeze but in peace

Let the beautiful flower blossom in red
I wanna speak and be heard
I'm the head and I lead the herd
So listen to what I've read and heard

The oceans accused the lake of been calm and too quiet
Ever told you that we only marvel at you bounds but disgusted at your unrest

I give credits to the rats that race, graze, brace and play but all on the land
Shame on you bats that grace the sky in the dark clouds, forming and copy the birds in the nite
Yet you seek refuge and lay still on the tree during the day and you all struggle tu hide your face chucking into one another. 

You live a fake live of rose flowers
You spread a colourful red garment during the day. Making us believe all is well with you
Yet you shiver in pain and suffer gruesome loneliness in the merciless cold nite. 
This you do day in day out

You accuse them of being too quiet
Yet you harbour offensive smell behind your voice
The world only know peace when you speak no word
Our happiness only blossom when you mind your business 

You call him a rock
But he melts at the thought of you
You call him a gold sculpture. Yet the rain wash off the clay legs as he fades out
You brag you feed him flesh and fat
How come he vomits shaft and bones

Lie not to us and deceive yourself no more
If you can't make me happy
Please take not my Joy away from me
If you can't run her race for her
Please don't drag her along the path
If you think it's a huddle
Remember our time starts differently

If the red ribbon is your target tu cross
She's got a future beyond across 
If you race to win the cup
Her pace is to stay atop

Ruin not her happiness for me
She's the Lady I value 
She's the Lady I cherish
She's the lady of my dream
She's the lady I treasure
A rare gem beyond the coast
Pearl of value 
Lady of honour. 

Listen not to the bleats 
You're not meant for their stables 
But at the tables with the kings 
Dressed in regalia of the royals
Your space is secured
Not up for grab
Not up for none but you. 
Tell them tu cut the crap.
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