No child is bad from the beginning... they only imitate their atmosphere.
And where, oh where does hate come from
No child was born hating
The baby is running wild and he has a gun...
He has a platform that only he cares about
An internet connection is all you need
Nobody in this goddamn prison is guilty
Nobody on this planet is responsible for anything they say do or wish on others
Cancelled by,
One word
One lie
One story
One truth
And who is or has suffered more
Red
Black
White
Brown
Yellow
Don't wait for your so called leaders to lead
Each one of us must lead
Listen don't listen
Talk don't talk
This is a lot to unpack
Open the suitcase case and get started
We really can learn from each other.... if you want... and you should
How do you negotiate with a-
Should you step in if you see wrong?
Stand up testify!
VOTE!
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