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I am here to tell the story Of the ones that came before me Who did not have the strength to tell you Or the voice to make No Way Out. Out of hope with no where to run God's plan for me seems to be none However when a light is seen Be not tentative to take Behind the Silence. Did you see her walk down the hall? Head hung low You pushed her up against a wall Called her a worthless Lift her sleeves Some nights I get on my knees and pray to my savior. Hoping one day this grind will bring a reward. So i can buy my mama the Hashtag no filters needed.
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We pray that you are safe Have You Ever Wondered? What I can't say to my Teacher. My mouth is a door You really dont want to open this door I have many things to say And they are not for anyone's ears, but The Rebel Stays Asleep. Streaming in from the rivers of originality Bracing as a feel of mysteriousness covers the body of A man deep in his dreams This is Me.
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