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Coming From Where I'M From
Coming from where I’m from By Nate Spears Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears Coming from where I’m from Every day is a battle to survive War is in session Right before our eyes Each day we battle lessons Just to be in the running for blessings Coming from where I’m from We move rapidly on missions The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless Limited income withholds wealth The living is near death Spirits are stripped of guilt Coming from where I’m from Deprived wealth Creates bad health In occurrence to this Good feelings are killed The worst gets exposed As times get worse Financial situations become a disaster No man on earth can rehearse The world is broken Hunger brings harm Coming from where I’m from Dictatorship is not fond The environment brings the need to shoot These activities loosens the roots We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens No free passes Prisons filled in masses Separated by classes Coming from where I’m from.
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