Why does one have to walk on a journey that repeat itself.
Why do we have to agree to what's meant to right.
It's all alright for them to say so...
It's never alright for me cause I don't want it...
You walk your own way...
You parade like nobody is there ..

That's not alright I need my walk..
The way a walk is how I was suppose to walk...
Nobody made me fill the street...
I felt the street on my own terms...
I stroke the street on my own way..
Nothing feels wrong,I prefer left
The last time I kept right, everything kept going in circles...
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