From The Heart: The Monologue
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Unh... the world stops for no man/
Couldn't give a hand-out with a closed hand/
Heavy Metal, Dance, Treble-Bass/
Either everybody's sour or all selfies got a duckface/
Love ain't hard to find, it's just nobody to trust today/
These kind of bars come with a Richter scale/
'Cuz it ain't no tellin' when the Earth'll start to fail/
It ain't no tellin' if the Mayans' prophecy might prevail/
It ain't no tellin' what the government might unveil/
The next plan in the series is to collect the collateral/
Even the sides out the long way; longitude-lattitude/
It's just only a matter of words being spoken/
From the executive end of the powers, no jokin'/
But we as a people only see that envy/
"He got more than me", or "She ain't that pretty"/
God-willin', I see a darker, dimmer future/
Movin' that dope won't get you to be Tony Montana/
Y'all supportin' Rebecca Black and Hannah Montana/
In for the long haul, need to practice those skills to suture/
The wounds left from indignity, slavery/////////////
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