Designed rhymes.

We need to revitalize minds, open your eyes wide.

Dont be surprised as the disguised come alive.

Cognitive dissonance, we are a kin to this.

Systematic trafficked like smuggled immigrants.

If you visualize a better day, to find a better way.

Maybe we can all make it, roads paved to take the pain away.

Me? I dont claim ten toes on the pavement.

Tired of arraignment, drugs and alcohol leaving me displaced here.

Struck a new cord, cultivate in life’s prison and build myself a new ward.

So this is my world. I design her.

She is beautiful, she is fine, She is my girl.

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