Jun 05

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Call me

Write me

Your words always enlighten me

It frightens me to see

We aren’t using all our possibilities

To be the brothers

Close like when we used to hold our mother

But we stutter and find

What crosses our minds

Is not each other

And I don’t want to smother you

But I love you

I want my word to feed you

You’re my hip hop music

I always want to listen to it

It puts me at peace

And that’s just the very least

It settles my beast

Makes him cease to exist

I too have a long list

Of what I need to accomplish

But you’re at the top

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