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I am busy as usual my time it is full,
When there’s nothing to do, -
Those who think they know it all,
But not some words can spell, -
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I swallowed the pain of the past,
It burnt my throat and made my eyes water, -
The time has come within the times demanding,
I look the people fighting in the streets, -
Never cleave the family’s blood or sucker to its need,
For they embarrassed what you are, -
She died alone,
Comfortable in a feather bed surrounded by roses, -
When the needle deep,
Deep within your skin, -
In certainty I think the things I can never be,
Yet I know that there is nothing I can’t do, -
Regardless of the day you spent,
The place you work to pay the rent, -
Most people in this world in them you’ll never change a thing,
A Leopard change its spots? -
Don’t ever talk to me about what’s first?
And what comes last? -
When I look me all the photographs,
Of the life I’ve had and seen, -
I thought me I a cigarette,
To smoke the stress of day, -
Bleak and dark the winter cold,
Reminds me that I’m getting old, -
Why is it women cleave much more?
When there’re beaten black and blue! -
After the tears,
To covet not, -
Men in power they shout the rules,
That all of us must stay!
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