Our minds are going insane.
Viewing screens and pushing buttons so much robots are in our veins.
So hard to remain focused. Attention is all we want.
Guns in hands and drugs make friends. Everything is becoming blunt.
True colors exceed blindness.
Vulnerable souls behind us.
We fight ourselves with every negative word expressed.
To breathe better, I get words off of my chest.
The money is a must so we have to trust it.
The poor should have more, but our system won't seek that adjustment.
More angry hearts but the safety starts where pride ends.
Dirty laundry keeps influencing the way tides bend.
We must open our hearts just because and overcome the mean mugs.
Spreading positive vibes at all times because it is all one love.
This life is physical signs.
The still are filled with mental progression in due time.
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