"I took a look at my brother and though I could never understand his plight. I turned my back to his struggle and thought I could never live that life. I traveled on a high horse and shadowed my eyes from the light. Until I fell into the darkness and saw we are all too alike. My life is one with distinction, I live for the streets but already left the block behind. I am no different from my homeys on the block. Though my speech and swagg is different I am not. Using my mind to understand what is reality, and fighting against what holds us back from living free. Not falling into routiones of oppression, the truth will always rule my mind.... "
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