We all scream for C.R.E.A.M.
We rule everything around us
Is it an effacement to you God?
To wonder:
Will there be a day when environmental changes Allows
The cocaine to come straight from Staten Island
And political shifts mean
A poet like me
Words like these
Will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclomation
One can only Hope
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