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Gonna b me and that simply means
being me
Material things mean nothin
to me
they are what they are
material things
Walking down acrowded street
with the cold wind blowing in
my face oblivious to the Human race
no stress about today or tomorrow
which has yet to come
just me struttin in and under the sun
later for the problems that will
definitely come
Building cars people I see
and dont see
nothin to really bother me
Simple things in life like a
real tree
a bird a lake the smell of
fresh air all free to share but
a world do not see for they are
Captued by their cell--that little prison
held up to their ear
Making noise drowning out the sounds
of the birds the whistling of the wind
as they rant and rave about nothin
But
they are in style trending
the thing to do
