The clouds are vivid I wanna lay my head there its a rainbow glowing blowing dreams in the air I wish to sleep high the birds fly over the sky high where do they go do they go to west or east southwest or northeast beautiful white clouds painting pictures God pieces are written out above our heads when it rains the clouds are angry no smile no sunshine bad words are spell out with no birds out to tell us the words that's out I wish to get there touch the sky its high get to the sky.
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A Hero Of The Streets
PuisiPoetry, Hardworking , Black Teen, Living Rough. Different Emotions Young Black Males Go Through The Day 2 Day Struggle Inside Different Areas of America They Wanna See Me Fall Is Not For All But If You Small Stand Tall With All Your Heart. You Can...
