Dreams born dead reach for the sky
Echoes of a silent cry
Lying where the angels lie
Innocent, but pale and dry
As they try, and try, and try...
"Stay Sole-Phresh, Stay Fly, Until Next Time...Goodbye" -Ace-
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I can't bust a flow or sing amongst the rest but my pen holds its own as my mind reveals the quest
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