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Let It Be

I stand before the Injustice and I cannot see Don't understand it so I just let it be I inhale the air I can't see it but I can feel it I don't understand it but yet I believe it so I just let it be What is my purpose and why am I here I don't understand it and how is it that I can feel No answer to this so I guess I'll just let it be I look all around me and I see I won't focus on it I just let it be Inflation in this nation I have no voice I have no choice I won't focus on it so I just let it be I am not a bully a bully I can't be I have no way around it how can I solve it so I just let it be I am overweight and eat everything I see I can't help it so I let it be Girls and women are still treated inferior Yes I am a man in power but it seems it even weirder How can I help the calls So I just throw my hands up against the wall And just let it be Hail falls down comes from the sky Puts quarter-sized dents on top of my car Who am I to ask why so I just let it be I hate Injustice yet Injustice loves me I am captive of my society yet my society says I'm free So in all of this I still just let it be I was born ethnic and ethnic is what I be Born of a race with no equality For the color of my skin is plain and you can see Best shade the color I'm in I can't change so I just let it be Wars all around me hatred too what am I to do For they hate me too So I must do what I know to do it may sound foolish to you As you stand there in awe and stare I solve all of the above problems in prayer You can also join me or still just stand there and stare But you could to fall on your knees in prayer But I guess if you don't want to join me And you have my former negative thinking philosophy And you won't change your way of thinking Well I guess you have have to just Let It Be 8/20/17

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