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Clench your fist and take a vow

Lets start slow, what do you see?
Open your eyes and see the reality
tell me more, what do you feel?
taking things around, just feel the steel
coldness there you feel it?
now burn it with ca candle just a bit
did you just feel the heat?
now go back and take a seat
listen to all the shit
I rant about but be discrete
don't tell anybody shh shh shh 
change the pace now open your ears
and notice the change, feel the tears
in your eyes, feel the tears
on your skin filled with fears
of uncertainty, fears of getting the stares
of people you don't even care about if you try to smear
their version of ideal life, break that care
just think for yourself and just compare
is this what should be done is this is the best measure
is all the chaos necessary to ensure
the sanity and the humanity 
unjust shitheads spouting profanity
justice has been sold in cold in the city
power rules the world, this world filled with toxicity
where love is lost and all that remains is hate and pity
but not all is lost as not everyone is as shitty
as you think some are kind
not me so don't be blind
to one sided views and remind
yourself that, we have to find
a balance between heart and mind
sometimes too much kindness can leave you in a bind
and remember that even a shitty bacteria has it's flourishing time
so clench your fist and wait a while
cause time will make you bright with smile
but don't just wait and don't be wild
think every step just like an old child
cause remember dickheads rule us for now
but slow change is needed so take a vow
be dark as dark as a storm cloud
but find the hope and make it loud
but hey what do I know m just a text
what do I know what's going to happen next
I'm here to just vent out and do my best
to not be remembered as another death case...

- Yakaa: Jujaan

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