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Heart of gold.
I have morals.
Have been taught,
And grasped a little.
But deep down I know the heaviness im carrying.
Standing under the cloud of,
being black or white.
Throughout I have witnessed ,
And my eyes draw to interest.
Word is let it be known unto thee,
That my life is not all a hack of flowers and gold.
That it's slowly coming to be cold.
I have been raised in the spirit of ubuntu.
But my soul chose to be rebellious.
Now it makes no sense.
Since my abide has been a sheet and a pen,
And then my heart refuses to be the heart of gold.
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Have been taught,
And grasped a little.
But deep down I know the heaviness im carrying.
Standing under the cloud of,
being black or white.
Throughout I have witnessed ,
And my eyes draw to interest.
Word is let it be known unto thee,
That my life is not all a hack of flowers and gold.
That it's slowly coming to be cold.
I have been raised in the spirit of ubuntu.
But my soul chose to be rebellious.
Now it makes no sense.
Since my abide has been a sheet and a pen,
And then my heart refuses to be the heart of gold.
© All Rights Reserved
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