The look and empty promises got to
Be cold like the weather out side
When the lips move in a whole nother direction
And I am in a area
Where this gummy bear is out the pack
For real

Over a three year period, I gave away half of what I had. To be honest, my hands shook as I signed it away. I knew I was taking myself out of the race to be the richest man in the world.

It's as though there were two melodies going on simultaneously: one for private exploitation and the other for the public ear. The whole struggle is to squeeze into the public record some tiny essence of the perpetual inner melody.

I hate to let you go my darling, if it was up to me I'll kidnap you Over and over again.

Written By Prezigha Fafi

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