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Open Them Eyes Part 2

I see that our beliefs in race and profiles, defiles. Perpetuates hate, stereotypes to our brain matter. I see corporate greed and pockets get fatter. I see the will on the eyes, the glass as it shatters. I see all, everyone all over and round the world. I see every word is spoken is joking is heard. I see with eyes that not only see I see with eyes that both live and breathe, I see your eyes on the handle that's sheathed, I see true production with that handles released. I see in future dictated by present, I see in our fathers dictating, detectives. I see guidelines are carefully protected. I see between lines subliminal messages. I see the music clearer than clear. I still see the fear, when people hear me calling, my voice is honesty fear calling from behind or the rear. I see the judgments, assumptions and grudges. When nobody doesn't. I see far like days and wider than canyons, I see hard like maydays, milder than Manson’s. See every person not one but all people, I see from churches high up on there steeples. I see in peoples eyes full, and there pupils, there retinas and defects and and all they are hiding, I see a way, to see, its in me there confiding. I see people as people just people all striding for seeking with eyes that see fighting and dying. I see no respect, regret and paychecks providing money in pockets and sockets, necessities, honest. I see crotches and chests, members and breasts. Illusions, contests. I see with eyes that can see farther than many I see plenty of love and have loved for a penny. I see the eyes all gathering ideas my ideas teach my mother, I see ideas to teach to another, to teach to each-other. I see with eyes that not only agree my eyes, like your eyes, have seen things for free... but I don't forget where I've been my eyes now see more things than your eyes have seen.

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