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I come from a place bound by humiliation
Where crack heads wander and precious children lay
Locked and chained inside brick walls of rage
No one can hear us
No one escapes
Candy ladies brings smiles to sadden faces
Brother on the corner
Young sisters raising babies
Preachers hiding in church
Waiting for someone else to put in the work
Not knowing that growing
Within these 4 walls are voices who hold the key
To mentally free, the future leaders of this generation
By pen we write
By paper we take it
